Tuesday, October 30
Voice from beyond the grave-Wainwright speaks out
Another interesting use of podcast media has just been announced.
Fancy "Take A Walk With Wainwright to the Lion & the Lamb"? Well courtesy of the GoLakes website and the voice of Nik Wood-Jones "the official Wainwright voice over" (huh?) but better known to you and me as the AW voice on Wainright Walks TV series that I've mentioned before. So you can now jolly along Wainwright's route with an audio accompaniment, if the fancy takes you.
"Wearing full Wainwright garb, Mr Wood-Jones walked Helm Crag and then recorded the famous writer’s thoughts and observations; exactly as they appear in the original 1958 guide book"
Perhaps a little over kill but the approach is an interesting one for people who find these things useful. MP3 download available free here.
Somehow I think AW might not have been amused.
But whatever your thoughts on people walking the fells with a set of ear plugs in (and I hold my hands up here as a practitioner) this is an interesting approach.
It comes on the back of the UK's foremost outdoor podcaster BobC. His latest innovative venture "The Weekly Podzine" offers free of charge a regular outdoor audio magazine. Packed with entertainment in the form of interviews, gear advice, magazine/book reviews and a whats-on-this-week. All tightly packaged up into a 45 minute podcast.
Hopefully Bob may have finally cracked the commercial reality associated with podcasting and blogging. To whit - how to at least cover the costs involved to continue to produce this type of material at a suitable level of quality. In Bob's case I think he may have cracked the conundrum by offering it gratis to outdoor shops, offering potential sponsors the opportunity to directly get their product message straight to the outdoor gear buying public.
Direct marketing at a very low cost, but highly targeted. Clever man.
To see what I'm talking about check the latest offerings to download here.
Hope it works out Bob. Labels: blog media, Fellwalking, Lake District, podcasts
Sunday, October 28
Stanpit Marsh - "It was a dark and stormy night"
A quote famously associated with Snoopy seemed suitable for today. One of my occasional dog walking venues was perfect for Sunday's weather as a wet and stormy day showed no sign of relenting.
And whatever my outdoor plans for the day, the dog's need had a higher priority.
For you see the older collie is not a happy lady at present. Old age has been noticeably catching up on her these last few months, so a gentle & flat stroll was order of the day. No excitement, and no physical over exertion. Already off her food and with her health giving cause for concern we try to keep her active alongside the other dog. To keep some interest and help put some spirit back into her day to day life.
And after a few minutes moving into the teeth of the storm her pace soon picked up settling down once more into a that smooth gait so typical of a collie outdoors. Not quite as fluid as it used to be, but a definite improvement on her limping movements around home.
Today's meander was around Stanpit Marsh butting out into Christchurch Harbour. During the summer a hive of activity, and a popular nature spot. Beloved of the birding community, but a little too over popular with the dog short-walk community and hence associated with outbreaks of dog related bugs.
Looking back at Christchurch Priory
But during the winter months, especially during poor weather sweeping in from the English Channel, a quiet place with regular migratory bird activity to watch. A natural rest spot for the flocks passing through. The contrast between the land based nature reserve and the harbour itself, the outflow of the Rivers Stour and Avon into the sea, always throwing up something new to observe.
A couple of hardy individuals, the human variety, were loitering near the car park with their rats-on-leads. The general lack of wet weather gear admirable given the conditions. I always wonder whether some people just naturally enjoy getting soaked, or are they just incapable of taking a look out of the window before they leave the security of their nice dry house.
But whatever their approach I was suitably wet weather clad and once out amongst the marshland had the place to myself for a circular route. Not a long one, but taken steadily one offering plenty of variation.
And wind. What wind. With the sort of driving rain that makes you glad for a decent rainhood. Let's see Nick Crane's infamous umbrella cope with this sort of weather!
Random sights along the way:
How about one of the few remaining World War II Bailey Bridges designed and constructed locally?
Or maybe the strange sight of the rusting hull of the landlocked boat aka the Stanpit Boat now carefully fenced off to prevent it trying to escape back to the sea once the proper winter flooding kicks in and covers large areas of this marsh.
And as we gently moved back to the start point the storm blowing in from the south west behind us showed little sign of relenting. A lesson not lost on these ponies using the natural wind break created by the Naturalists Information point.
And here the information board relaying the usual high quality bird and wildlife reports. But today noting an increase in rabbit myxomatosis on the local feral population. The summer conditions beneficial to the mossies and other blood feeders that sadly have once more speeded up the spread of the disease across the area generally.
Well at least someone enjoyed their summer. Or so it would seem.
Now the next few months look like my turn with the tourists having mostly fled and most local folk starting to look indoors for their recreational activities over the coming months.
TV: When Hell Freezes
No, not the title of the Eagles latest offering but another film/documentary from Channel 4 to be screened during prime time this coming Monday (21:00 - 22:35)
Following on after Joe Simpson's 'Beckoning Silence' last week tomorrow's programme relates Douglas Mawson's 1912 Antarctic expedition (or more relevantly the failure of it) that resulted in his 315-mile trek sans his original companions, and most of the food.
I can't presently find out if there's any more of these daring-do tales to come, but the subject matter so far is well chosen, and if Simpson's offering is anything to go by, well put together.
Aren't we outdoorsy folk being spoilt at presentLabels: Fitness, Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 23
Now! New added value blog trickery
More fiddling - there's now a real-time UK clock added to the right hand column to help you to work out 'When' you are.
UK time naturally.
Soon to come - the GPS tinkly bits to to help with 'Where' you are. Well perhaps not - lol.Labels: blog media
Joe Simpson on Surviving Till 40
No apologies for a follow up the JS piece to mention another of his on-line articles.
The git may be a year younger than me, but I'd bet I don't make nearly as many creaking noises as Mr S when I walk. And for me that is despite far too many years abusing motorcycles in some pretty foul weather/places.
That's mostly astride the bike concerned; Sometimes beneath it;
Ho hum. Never forget how to grow old. Rather disgracefully.Labels: books, Fitness, Miscellaneous
Joe Simpson & The Beckoning Silence - more good stuff
If like me you were glued to the Channel 4 TV last night, watching Joe Simpson's 'The Beckoning Silence' then there's a further treat in store.
Joe has a website for a number of years now, but updates have been very infrequent. Which is a shame as I've read most of his work that I've been able to get me hands on. Always thoughtful and entertaining despite some extremely difficult subject matter at times.
So if you want Joe's personal slant on what was involved in filming TBS he's provided a film diary HERE. Its a long piece. But that's great as far as I'm concerned as its all highly entertaining and includes such teasing topics as - 'Swiss dogging', 'the joys of Erika the make up lady', 'a case for Bryan Adams knackers and a catapult', 'Helicopter Long Lining for beginners' and finally 'How not to get a poker school up and running'.
Highly recommended.
And the Daily Telegraph has an interview with Joe discussing his tender approach to child care. Well sort of.
Surely time for another book please Joe?Labels: books
Sunday, October 21
Holmsley Enclosure - Deer, Dog; Dog, Deer;
A Sunday afternoon stroll around Holmsley Enclosure in the New Forest.
Two minutes after a couple of noisy cyclists passed me by I happened upon this young stag in the middle of the forest track. The wind direction meant that the dog and the deer were didn't spot each other, giving me time to snap this with my mobile phone camera (hence the low quality)
Predictably the collie's reliance on nose over sight once again allowing me a brief glimpse of the local wildlife in an otherwise busy area.Labels: New Forest
Blog move
Bearded Git, never one to stay in any single place too long it appears (makes a harder target?) has moved his blog yet again to here
At this rate I'll be making a small charge for all the blogsite link re-editing. Somewhere around the price of a pint methinks
;-)Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, October 20
Joe Simpson's new film - an exclusive viewing
......or at least that's what I thought at the time. But wait I'm getting slightly ahead of myself here.
Yes I'm back after a week in the semi-tamed wilderness better known as Liverpool. A city with oodles of civic initiatives and a population glowing with local pride. Just a pity that every sentence that I heard uttered in the city centre precincts seemed to be constructed around the use of the word F**k. At least once. But mostly repeated as a easy alternative to any other adjective.
And after my recent jaunt to the Bath/Bristol area, home of the Big Issue publication, Liverpool took the prize for the most number of BI sellers within the shortest distance. Affluence and poverty visible side by side. One street full of new shops and bright shiny places to spend money. The next blighted with decayed shopfronts and derelict buildings.
On my journey home via Manchester Airport, browsing W H Smith's for some light relief I managed to pick up October's issue of Cumbria "Lakeland's Favourite Magazine". A bonus as I usually only get to read this when I'm visiting the Lake District.
Oooooo! Inside a competition to win tickets to the big-screen film premiere in November at the Kendal Mountain Festival. A follow-up to 'Touching The Void' - 'The Beckoning Silence' adapted from Joe Simpson’s book, and created by the same team. A long shot maybe but my entry was completed and posted first thing this morning. After the hassle I had tracking down a viewing of TTV here in the deep south I was a little hopeful that this time I could not only see the film on its first showing, (isn't that what a premiere is?) but also get to see Joe Simpson 'in the flesh' on one of his rare public appearances.
So entry duly posted off early today. Fingers crossed. Because a win would be sufficient reason to stump-up the £150+ cost involved to travel to the festival.
Then later I catch up with the 'net news to find both Weird Darren and a thread on the Outdoors Magic forum casually mentioning that the "exclusive" will be shown a month ahead of the festival on Channel 4 on the evening of Mon 22 Oct.
So I guess that means that the premiere rating relates to the "big-screen" element. Shucks - a little disingenuous.
Never mind. Fingers still firmly crossed anyway.Labels: blog media, Lake District
Monday, October 15
Blog fame, or blog purgatory
I couldn't go wthout noting this one........
If you had 968 comments (as of earlier this evening) in response to one single post you'd think that the blogger concerned had hit the jackpot. Surely tapped into a real subject for discussion?
But somehow I think this particular example isn't one that the Harvey Goldsmith is that exuberabant about.Labels: blog media
A bit of a break
Well another break away from home as business takes me to a large northern city for the rest of the week, where I suspect my walking opportunities will be somewhat limited.
But then again. Where there's a will .......
;-)
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way (cont)
It was with some irritation I hit the footpath on the morning of Saturday October 5th, slightly ahead of a single horse rider who had just left the field attached to an adjacent bungalow.
I kept a good stomp up from the outset in an attempt to not impede their progress, and they quickly fell away behind me. Well as I said on the last post, the path was narrow in places. And as to why I didn’t wait for them to go ahead? Well ever tried following a horse for any distance? I’m all for smells of the countryside, but its nice to have the choice, rather than have it made for you.
Half a mile further along I swung onto an interconnecting Public Footpath, off the bridleway, ready to cross two fields towards a local road. Part of the 45 minute figure-of-eight route many locals have used for years - indeed footpaths that had been adopted by myself to safeguard their continued availability. So one in which I have a vested interest of care.
At a suitable point I stopped. Partly to pause and roll a cigarette in the morning sunshine. Partly to catch my breath after the early start to the stomp. But mostly I was curious to see what the rider would do next.
For I Had My Suspicions.
This path bordered crop fields and often carries traces of hoove prints, but to date there has never been any sign of the creators.
On this occasion my curiosity was rewarded as after a couple of minutes the rider turned off the bridleway to follow my own footsteps. She called to me as she rode up, seeking to bypass me and and go ahead. I suspect in part irritated herself that her daily ride had already been disrupted in some small way by my presence. A passing conversation then engaged as she cantered up and past me. I politely pointing out that the path (or more precisely the part of the field that she was now crossing) was off the Bridleway and had the status of a Public Footpath. This was countered with her argument as to why I was therefore using the path with two dogs!
What?
Oh what fun that comment sparked off as I chose my next words carefully and still most politely pointed out that myself and the dogs had every right to use the path. However she and her horse did not. And that if she wished to debate the differences concerning the statutory usage of Footpath V Bridleway I was more than happy to do so in detail having made myself aware of the key distinctions as part of my footpath adoption role.
Predictably her canter then broke into a gallop on across the field, but with a parting shot to the effect "Well I’m not hurting anybody doing this".
Of course the dear lady was correct in her own way, and seemed sure that her viewpoint was acceptable. This was a mature local adult rider, not some child from the local riding stable on an hour’s rental ride, unsure of their route, but trying to use bluster to cover up their lack of knowledge.
Later on, as I completed the loop of my walk, I again met the rider crossing the road as she re-entered her field. Her ride now complete. But there was a pointed aversion of the eyes, a refusal to recognise the presence of the dogs or myself. Must have been the traffic I guess? Or then again maybe not.
So was my action mean minded or petty to the extreme? And was she indeed correct in her assertion about her harmless action?
Better to ask the farmer whose crops are repeatedly trampled each year by repeated horse crossings, avoiding the narrow path that the pedestrians keep to along the the narrow strip of field edge.
And then during the wetter weather over the winter months ask the pedestrian trying to use this muddy path despite it now being churned up by the persistent use of heavy iron shoes.
But most of all ask the future users.
Because without recording this incident here any future attempt to get this footpath upgraded to a bridleway would be successful on the grounds that ‘usage is allowed as no one had ever had cause to complain’.
Well in this instance I did. And this is a formal statement of fact. One to which the Dorset County Council Rights Of Way Officer will be pointed in case of future questions as to accustomed usage.
For we all share the countryside. Mostly on a fair basis. But in some cases pressure groups will take advantage of poorly organised, or poorly informed groups despite any numerical supremacy. And those that care are often disheartened by the antics of those that do not, but expect the guardianship of such rights to be there at their whim.
This is nothing "serious" like a wind farm erection or closure of footpaths across private property. Just a single example of one walker making a stand, based on watching a public review hijacked by a minority interest. Standing up to prevent the rights of the many being ridden over roughshod. And please forgive the pun.
In my own little piece of the world it’s not a situation that I will sit back and allow to happen again now I understand more about the process and the spirit of the law.
And to balance this out a little. The New Forest, with miles of good bridleways and uninterrupted open land is a few miles down the road. Like the horse rider I use this particular route when time is short. But personally I prefer the open Forest land.
The riders of this locality however seem to be a little less flexible in their choice of trips out. Maybe.Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way
An oft-overlooked feature of this Internet gizmo is its use as a historic record.
True how enduring, or more importantly how permanent, it eventually turns out to be is very much a tale that has yet to be told. But as a means to document cultural and contemporary context it has undoubtedly expanded the ability of Joe Public to join in on that game previously enjoyed only by those with access within the traditional communication medias.
It can be hacked, spammed, and at times use for misinformation or even downright lies and libel. But an educated reader is able to collate a variety of views on a topic, sift the evidence, and then use their own intellect and experience to form a relatively well informed opinion outside of the normal information controls. And now this is done so very quickly (e.g. the recent protest in Burma)
But why my reflection at this moment in time?
Back in the 1990s I adopted a number of local footpaths. A central and local government initiatives were inviting members of the public to monitor and report on the state of local rights of way, and by their regular use ensure that such paths would continue to be available for all, rather than subject to future legal challenges to close or reroute them.
On the whole its been an easy task, with the local council taking note of any path blockages, usually fallen trees, and resolving them.
But one of these routes at the southern end of the Avon Valley Footpath as it moves towards Christchurch and bordering a dormitory estate, was the centre of a change of use a few years back. In places a narrow rise ‘n dip dirt track. Bounded by a small tree lined ditch on one side, and a tall earth bank forming the edge of the field border above. The path barely wide enough for two people to pass by without one giving way. A dirt track amongst the nettles basically.
But despite this, and with concerted lobbying by the local horse riding fraternity, backed by their national organisation, the public review process determined that this path should be upgraded to a Public Bridleway.
Now I’ve no issue with this where the path is suitable for shared pedestrian and horse traffic. But in this case the width of the path just would not permit it. At the public assessment much was made of prior usage made of the path by horse riders, despite little actual factual evidence to back it up. Furthermore the inspector's assessment of the path’s suitability for mixed traffic concluded somehow that the path width was acceptable.
As a result whilst out for a quiet stroll with the collies I’ve had occasions when I’ve been faced with rider(s) cantering straight down the path towards me. My only escape route a muddy ditch. And at times some brusque manners from the horse gentry who seem to have dropped their Ps & Qs like the large piles up steaming dung that now have to be avoided (Why it is dog shit is Bad, but horse shit is Good, when both are found on a country footpath?)
More to come on why a seemingly trivial incident has a value all its own. Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
Sunday, October 14
Traveller’s Travails – A cure for HomeSickness?
Surely the art of good writing is to achieve that elusive link betwixt writer and reader, to evoke a shared recognition of the human condition?
"Experience has taught me that when home sickness strikes I can either allow my mind to fester on it, or busy myself with other things"
An innocuous comment in Cameron McNeish ‘Wild Connection’ piece in November’s TGO magazine (extracted from "The Wilderness World of Cameron McNeish") But something that chimed a chord with my own particular experience.
An insignificant thought on the face of it, but a subject with the ability to destroy the enjoyment of an outdoors trip. Something that is rarely covered in the annals of outdoor writing usually covering daring-do feats in wild and oft foreign places. But with the increased ease to communicate via mobile phones one that can strike without warning.
I wouldn’t regard myself as that widely travelled. Over the years I’ve visited cultures in the USA, North Africa, and much of the Mediterranean. Fleeting sorties mostly. Enough to value the differences, and celebrate the commonality cross humanity. But at time the cultural differences can make one feel very much a stranger in a strange land.
Over recent years, busily raising a family, my trips away from home have mostly been within the UK. And with it a realisation that whilst travel does indeed broaden the mind, it’s more the act of removing oneself from the security blanket of home and the familiar that is at the heart of creating a traveller. An individual moving through life, anonymous for the most part amongst fellow humans busy with their normal day to day tasks.
Stuck in an anonymous hotel on the other side of the world for weeks on end, homesickness is a recognisable and accepted symptom. One of not belonging. Of being an outsider. Even when part of a group, and to some extent seemingly more insulated from the local culture, who amongst us have not lain awake at 4 a.m. body clock still tuned in to the noise of a background life still murmuring thousands of miles away. The ears automatically straining for those recognisable familiar sounds. The gurgle of the deep freeze unit; the snuffle of dogs moving in their sleep in the kitchen below. The distinctive tick of a favourite clock.
Those oh so minor background noises that suddenly seem to take on an intensely personal value. And then the understanding of this detached loneliness kick in. The mind unprepared for the sudden onrush of an unfamiliar emotion. The sudden desire to be far away from here - to be back amongst the familiar. Even to desire that tedium whilst instinctively understanding that its attraction will swiftly pall once again and be the catalyst for escape once more.
Homesickness will strike anywhere and at the strangest times. It’s not the distance from home that is the cause, although the stranger the surroundings, the more intense a catalyst. Or perhaps the expectation in a remote land provides some form of preparatory safeguard to watch out for the signs.
Perhaps it’s more an understanding that there is to be a semi-permanent separation from one’s chosen existence. An emotional mini-death of sorts? An exclusion.
I once had such an onrush barely five hours into train trip northwards at the sight of mother talking with her young children, despite my own being very much older, and ones that were bade farewell only that morning.
And despite increasing age/maturity along with degree of security of place and emotional stability, the feeling can still sneak up on my blind side and strike deep at times. And then, on some trips – totally unaffected.
How then to deal with it for those of us who need to escape the day to day routines? Especially those of us who travel solo, and as such will always be an outsider amongst the social cliques that form whenever more than a couple of people come together?
In my experience the first step is to recognise the feeling exists, and that it is a normal reaction, no matter whatever the trigger (in my case music is usually the cause) When that feeling wells up, accept it for what it is, don’t bother to dig into it, but gently acknowledge its existence, and then lay it to one side.
And then, as Cameron succinctly advises, don’t fester, get busy.
However minor the activity chosen, within minutes that emotion termed ‘homesickness’ drifts back to wherever it came from. It’s an approach that’s never failed me.
After the first attempt to break out into my consciousness any further outbreaks are somehow minimised to less subjective circumstances becoming more a reminder of the circumstance that describes my own existence. My basis for personal existence and community. A sort of comparative benchmark to check my frame of mind and acceptance of personal circumstance.
Surprisingly I’ve never had this feeling when wildcamping alone, far from others. But find it can especially strike when part of an enforced community. Such as leaving a strange pub, those within all familiar with their fellows and belonging, and myself leaving alone to go out into the darkness as I leave.
Or perhaps staying at a YHA, once an opportunity to meet fellow solo travellers, passing through from here to there; But these days so it seems, self contained groups safely insulated in their established inter-relational dynamics and thereby effectively excluding meaningful interaction with others that they meet.
So thanks Cameron for bringing this subject out into the open, where it can be recognised, examined, catalogued, and then put safely away in the box marked ‘Traveller’s Self-Help Kit’. Labels: Mental Health, TGO Magazine
Saturday, October 13
New Podcast & Love in a Tent Blog
Well it had to come. One of those dashed outdoor bloggers finally managed to link up a love of the outdoors with another passion (better look away now youngsters) S-E-X. The result - a book teasingly called Sex In A Tent.
Well Podcast Bob has thought it worthy enough of a podcast, and listening to author and blogger Michelle Waitzman it definitely sounds like she's carefully and tastefully considered a whole new angle on recreational activity outdoors. More than that I can't say at this time, the book not yet being available in the UK. But sounds interesting.
Whilst listening to the piece earlier today I was mulling over in the darker recesses of my mind (possibly a very apt location?) thinking over any of my own 'misdeeds' whilst out camping or backpacking.
Since Mrs H's motorcycle misadventures many years ago all my camping has been solo, especially when wildcamping. So any similarly themed excitement I can think of would, I suspect, have minimal appeal to those of you reading this. Solo that is.
And to be honest after a long day of backpacking, and the fell top wind and rain whistling past my ears my romantic inclinations are, to be blunt, nil.
But then I recalled an occasion many many years ago............
A hot and sultry summer day had been spent idly encamped near a secluded tarn, with an occasional dip to cool down. I'd not seen another walker for a couple of days now, and as darkness fell I cooked my evening meal, clothes unneccessary as the day's heat continued into the night.
As a result I remained firmly seated as an unexpected visitor suddenly appeared having ascended the narrow track behind my tent.
Our eyes exchanged glances as we said our hellos. I could tell from the way her gaze lingered longingly on my lap, my nudity sparingly covered by the plate and my meal remains, that I had something that she wanted. Perhaps needed. Her intention was clear.
I was, I admit, intrigued. For after many days alone in these hills contact with another was taken at face value, a welcome intrusion into my long term solitude.
She moved towards me breathing expectantly, eyes still feasting on my tanned limbs. And then her head slowly rubbed against my bare arm, and then my naked chest, moving downwards.
Gulp. What was I to do?
Submit to this stranger's desires, or protest and prepare to defend my honour?
There was no one else around. No likelihood of we two being surprised. Two strangers meeting in an unremarkable place. Ships in the night.
As her head continued to move still lower still my mind whirled with possibilities until something suddenly snapped me from this hypnotic revery and I firmly pushed her head away.
"No!" I shouted. "This can never be. It Must Not Happen".
For after all this had been my meal. And no bloody sheep was going to snaffle the tail end of my potato mash, no matter what the circumstances. Or how stunnng they may have looked after too long alone.
;-)
The podcast can be found here:
Sex
In A Tent
Download MP3 FileLabels: blog media
Bath. A visit amongst walking cornucopia?
When looking for new walking country the area around Bath was not one that had readily sprung to mind before. Seemingly rather too associated with the urban sprawl that is Bristol, the city of Bath has poured itself across the hollow surrounded by a ring of low lying hills. Not big hills you understand. But significant enough that my memories of previous visits all seem to start with a steep descent downwards to the city centre. Not a place for learner drivers worried by car hill starts and sliding clutch mastery.
I’ve stayed here a couple of times in the past, and travelled through literally scores of times on trips to Cornwall pre the building of the M5 motorway. But previous trips were all centre based for urban duties. And as a result I’d learnt two lessons about Bath.
Firstly. Almost without exception the centre shops seemed geared-up to the tourist trade, especially at the wealthier end of foreign tourist market. Or more accurately geared-up to fleece the unwary.
It seemed at one time that the free spending American or Japanese visitor drove the retailers of the city. Part of that grand tour that so delights a London based foreign traveller on a fixed schedule. To "do" the city of the Roman Spa bath, and more lately the Jane Austin heritage trail, usually via the pitiful stones of Stonehenge. Which as tasters of "real" English history are all piss poor examples, but probably a good grounding in what to expect as they shoot north via the Cotswolds for a flying visit to Stratford-upon-Avon, to "do" Shakespeare, and then off to Oxford before a return to the airport home having assimilated the key to the English psyche oh so well.
Or perhaps not. Eh?
As a result spending time in Bath could never be regarded as a cheap venture until one learns to avoid the shops and pay-to-view tourist hot spots, but instead enjoys for free such places as the Royal Crescent and the rest of the copious and still outstandingly remarkable Georgian architectural heritage. To walk amongst the outlying city streets beyond the main High Street area is simple to achieve, doesn’t need to cover any huge distances and is a simple way to get under the skin of those long dead architects whose legacy stands still so vibrant. And all for the price of a comfortable pair of walking shoes and an eye open to the feel for land, space and expressions of wealth and status.
Secondly, and I guess related to the first point, parking in Bath Is Not Cheap. Even when using the perimeter car parks - £8 for a five hour daytime visit anyone? Once again a reason to leave the car beyond the centre and use walking to explore at a leisurely pace those open spaces and back street architectural jewels often overlooked by the coach party visitor.
But this was the first time I’d both stayed outside the centre and remained for more than a few fleeting days. And I was pleasantly surprised by the extent of the green gaps separating Bath and Bristol. Not as expected the endless urban sprawl of a Bristol/Bath conurbation, but an area packed with many small and thriving villages along with the newer dormitory estates. A steady mix of village, and open countryside once away from the main A4 feeder route. Most of the villages, still remaining small, appear to be thriving, if their success can be based in the number of local pubs that still remain available to each area. And based on those conversations I heard around me local life still retains a predominantly rural outlook, despite their geographical position pincered between the two large population centres.
As the area’s OS map revealed with minimal research, the network of local footpaths is extremely rich. Add in the recent additions of more recent formal trails such as The Cotswold Way & Monarch Way, and the opportunity for a variety of almost inexhaustible circular day jaunts along country paths, with convenient lunchtime pub stops is easily achieved. Or perhaps a few linear routes with connecting local transport to return to the start?
For us, a local meander up to the viewpoint of Prospect Stile (OS Explorer 155: GR 713 684) taking in local footpaths near our holiday accommodation and passing along ancient hedgerows.
Onto the Cotswold Way as we left Bath Racecourse down to a fine ridge walk looking out over western Bath, in the distance the sight of hot air balloons being launched, slowly climbing up over the outskirts of Bath for their short flights in the sunlight. Making their way across the Avon valley.
And finally a short climb to the heady height of 218 m as we touched the small copse sitting atop Kelston Round Hill (OS Explorer 155: GR 710 676) There to sit and look across the wide panorama southwards, the Severn Bridge towers glinting in the afternoon sun, the Welsh hills rising darkly beyond, before an easy descent down to the pub and a return home.
Panorama? Now there’s a word I wouldn’t previously have associated with urban areas in the south of England (unless you include cliff top views of unending English Channel) And whilst the views were not of fellside peaks and deep valleys, the variety of landscape on offer is easily achieved at a fraction of the effort I’d normally expect. A genteel way to walk and then quietly watch the world unfold below. And still be home for tea.
Bath, as I mentioned at the outset, not an area that readily springs to mind for walking. But possibly one that is a well kept secret? Or perhaps just too easily overlooked by those of us who normally look for their walking challenge in those areas free from human habitation.
But with a little lateral thinking, the inherent variability of this landscape with its features and local antiquities, plus an enviable rights of way network, seem a distinct advantage for short breaks during those winter months and only a short distance from home.
A landscape that calls for future exploration I suspect.
Sunday, October 7
Balloon over Bath
Friday, October 5
A parting shot -Blog Action Day and the M62
Before I disappear off for a week, here's a couple of sites worth a thought.
2007 Blog Action Day has been organised by a core team of bloggers for October 15.
The aim - "In its inaugural year, Blog Action Day will be co-ordinating bloggers to tackle the issue of the environment by .....Publish a post on their blog which relates to an issue of their own choice pertaining to the environment .....and/or .....commit to donating their day’s advertising earnings to an environmental charity of their choice"
And as a complete contrast John Davies (a vicar of a small parish I believe) is Walking the M62
"I am currently walking the M62 motorway corridor, Hull back to Liverpool. Because I hope to learn to listen, because I hope to learn to see".
Most journey's have a objective. This is one of the more obtuse that I've come across, but possibly as valid as the LEJOG, in its own way? Labels: blog media, walks
Hip-pack Competition 2007 - Grand Awards
Plans to hire a major London venue for the grand prize winning were thrown into disarray by some 70s band (anyone remember Led Zep?) booking the venue. And thanks for asking but NO I didn't manage to get a ticket. Guess Knebworth '79 will have to be my last memory of them in full on rampage - sigh)
But to the task in hand. The final awards.
Despite flaky interest during the sunny and hot sultry nights of the year it seems all entrants decided that waiting for long dark and colder nights make more sense for ultra ultra lightweight camping.
Right. What a logical lot you are. Or does this blog attract would be masochists? LoL
And its interesting that the main contenders were all "newbies" to the outdoor blog scene. (What's up you oldies - all scaredy cats? Or been there done that already?)
Only one person managed to follow all the instructions to the letter. Well nearly. As the special e-mail hot line was only buzzing with activity when spammers spotted its existence (cheap viagra anyone - saves on tent poles apparently?)
But that aside - the spirit of the competition was observed to the full, and seems to have had its desired result in getting those involved to try something a little different on the outdoors theme. And have a bit of fun. Which was always the intention. And hopefully any discomfort that may have been experienced meant a few things were learnt for future occasions.
And so to the final results:
Mark over at lost-in-a-forest spent a relatively uneventful night at Cann Wood near Plymouth
A breakdown of his gear can be seen on his blog here; Mark's report on the outing can be found here and here. And this was the night's venue:
Total weight 1.454 kg (I just love that accuracy to 3 decimal places Mark!)
The jury particularly commended his creation of a new rucksack specifically for the challenge. And whilst applauding the innovative use of bin liners as waterproofs commented on the possibility of using them to double up as a groundsheet. And from the report provided he even managed most of a night's sleep.
And it was a night's sleep that seemed slightly more elusive for Gayle from M&G Go For A Walk dealing with the various wildlife to be found wandering past her night's pitch out on Cannock Chase.
A breakdown of Gayle's gear can be seen on here blog here and here with a report on the outing to be found here.
In this instance the jury commented on the tidiness of the gear on site, and the entrant's fortitude in sticking it out despite the rampant wildlife, and the tempting knowledge of a nice warm tent (and a nice warm partner?) in the vicinity.
Total weight 4.4 kg
There were other entries (well not a huge amount) but they were either abortive efforts or just a chance to give the bivvy approach a go without worrying about minimalist weight and a bit sneaky about the overnight accommodation
As to the general level of entry.
It was interesting that both the finalists were accompanied on their attempts by Podcast Bob's mp3 offerings. Highly suitable as he kindly provided the main prize a Nalgene Folding Canteen for this earlier in the year (and I happen to know he has the last few of these in stock - so grab them whilst they're still available)
And whilst the number of attempts reported to JH Towers was low (but highly select naturally) it was a noticeable increase on last year's entry (i.e. Nil) and has encouraged me to think about repeating this little game next year.
So any thoughts/feedback on how to improve it would be good. TGO challenge it will never be. But that's not the point here really. Is it now.
;-)
What's that? Who won? Oops nearly forgot. What a tease.
And the winner? Well you all were really. But in the end the Nalgene will be going to Mark, essentially for the lightest load.
But a special commendation prize will also be winging its way to Gayle - a copy of Ronald Turnbull's "The Book of The Bivvy"
Both prizes to be posted once this postal strike sorts itself out which will probably be after I return from next week's trip away in the wilds of Avon.
Bivvying? What in this weather? You must be kidding
;-)
Well done all - and thanks for your involvement in making this so much fun both for those involved, and those sat at home reading about it.
Nice one.Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Wednesday, October 3
Site update
Labels now added to the lower right hand links list. Saves hunting for that all essential stuff. Maybe.
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 2
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
Fancy "Take A Walk With Wainwright to the Lion & the Lamb"? Well courtesy of the GoLakes website and the voice of Nik Wood-Jones "the official Wainwright voice over" (huh?) but better known to you and me as the AW voice on Wainright Walks TV series that I've mentioned before. So you can now jolly along Wainwright's route with an audio accompaniment, if the fancy takes you.
"Wearing full Wainwright garb, Mr Wood-Jones walked Helm Crag and then recorded the famous writer’s thoughts and observations; exactly as they appear in the original 1958 guide book"
Perhaps a little over kill but the approach is an interesting one for people who find these things useful. MP3 download available free here.
Somehow I think AW might not have been amused.
But whatever your thoughts on people walking the fells with a set of ear plugs in (and I hold my hands up here as a practitioner) this is an interesting approach.
It comes on the back of the UK's foremost outdoor podcaster BobC. His latest innovative venture "The Weekly Podzine" offers free of charge a regular outdoor audio magazine. Packed with entertainment in the form of interviews, gear advice, magazine/book reviews and a whats-on-this-week. All tightly packaged up into a 45 minute podcast.
Hopefully Bob may have finally cracked the commercial reality associated with podcasting and blogging. To whit - how to at least cover the costs involved to continue to produce this type of material at a suitable level of quality. In Bob's case I think he may have cracked the conundrum by offering it gratis to outdoor shops, offering potential sponsors the opportunity to directly get their product message straight to the outdoor gear buying public.
Direct marketing at a very low cost, but highly targeted. Clever man.
To see what I'm talking about check the latest offerings to download here.
Hope it works out Bob.
Labels: blog media, Fellwalking, Lake District, podcasts
Stanpit Marsh - "It was a dark and stormy night"
A quote famously associated with Snoopy seemed suitable for today. One of my occasional dog walking venues was perfect for Sunday's weather as a wet and stormy day showed no sign of relenting.
And whatever my outdoor plans for the day, the dog's need had a higher priority.
For you see the older collie is not a happy lady at present. Old age has been noticeably catching up on her these last few months, so a gentle & flat stroll was order of the day. No excitement, and no physical over exertion. Already off her food and with her health giving cause for concern we try to keep her active alongside the other dog. To keep some interest and help put some spirit back into her day to day life.
And after a few minutes moving into the teeth of the storm her pace soon picked up settling down once more into a that smooth gait so typical of a collie outdoors. Not quite as fluid as it used to be, but a definite improvement on her limping movements around home.
Today's meander was around Stanpit Marsh butting out into Christchurch Harbour. During the summer a hive of activity, and a popular nature spot. Beloved of the birding community, but a little too over popular with the dog short-walk community and hence associated with outbreaks of dog related bugs.
Looking back at Christchurch Priory
But during the winter months, especially during poor weather sweeping in from the English Channel, a quiet place with regular migratory bird activity to watch. A natural rest spot for the flocks passing through. The contrast between the land based nature reserve and the harbour itself, the outflow of the Rivers Stour and Avon into the sea, always throwing up something new to observe.
A couple of hardy individuals, the human variety, were loitering near the car park with their rats-on-leads. The general lack of wet weather gear admirable given the conditions. I always wonder whether some people just naturally enjoy getting soaked, or are they just incapable of taking a look out of the window before they leave the security of their nice dry house.
But whatever their approach I was suitably wet weather clad and once out amongst the marshland had the place to myself for a circular route. Not a long one, but taken steadily one offering plenty of variation.
And wind. What wind. With the sort of driving rain that makes you glad for a decent rainhood. Let's see Nick Crane's infamous umbrella cope with this sort of weather!
Random sights along the way:
How about one of the few remaining World War II Bailey Bridges designed and constructed locally?
Or maybe the strange sight of the rusting hull of the landlocked boat aka the Stanpit Boat now carefully fenced off to prevent it trying to escape back to the sea once the proper winter flooding kicks in and covers large areas of this marsh.
And as we gently moved back to the start point the storm blowing in from the south west behind us showed little sign of relenting. A lesson not lost on these ponies using the natural wind break created by the Naturalists Information point.
And here the information board relaying the usual high quality bird and wildlife reports. But today noting an increase in rabbit myxomatosis on the local feral population. The summer conditions beneficial to the mossies and other blood feeders that sadly have once more speeded up the spread of the disease across the area generally.
Well at least someone enjoyed their summer. Or so it would seem.
Now the next few months look like my turn with the tourists having mostly fled and most local folk starting to look indoors for their recreational activities over the coming months.
TV: When Hell Freezes
No, not the title of the Eagles latest offering but another film/documentary from Channel 4 to be screened during prime time this coming Monday (21:00 - 22:35)
Following on after Joe Simpson's 'Beckoning Silence' last week tomorrow's programme relates Douglas Mawson's 1912 Antarctic expedition (or more relevantly the failure of it) that resulted in his 315-mile trek sans his original companions, and most of the food.
I can't presently find out if there's any more of these daring-do tales to come, but the subject matter so far is well chosen, and if Simpson's offering is anything to go by, well put together.
Aren't we outdoorsy folk being spoilt at presentLabels: Fitness, Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 23
Now! New added value blog trickery
More fiddling - there's now a real-time UK clock added to the right hand column to help you to work out 'When' you are.
UK time naturally.
Soon to come - the GPS tinkly bits to to help with 'Where' you are. Well perhaps not - lol.Labels: blog media
Joe Simpson on Surviving Till 40
No apologies for a follow up the JS piece to mention another of his on-line articles.
The git may be a year younger than me, but I'd bet I don't make nearly as many creaking noises as Mr S when I walk. And for me that is despite far too many years abusing motorcycles in some pretty foul weather/places.
That's mostly astride the bike concerned; Sometimes beneath it;
Ho hum. Never forget how to grow old. Rather disgracefully.Labels: books, Fitness, Miscellaneous
Joe Simpson & The Beckoning Silence - more good stuff
If like me you were glued to the Channel 4 TV last night, watching Joe Simpson's 'The Beckoning Silence' then there's a further treat in store.
Joe has a website for a number of years now, but updates have been very infrequent. Which is a shame as I've read most of his work that I've been able to get me hands on. Always thoughtful and entertaining despite some extremely difficult subject matter at times.
So if you want Joe's personal slant on what was involved in filming TBS he's provided a film diary HERE. Its a long piece. But that's great as far as I'm concerned as its all highly entertaining and includes such teasing topics as - 'Swiss dogging', 'the joys of Erika the make up lady', 'a case for Bryan Adams knackers and a catapult', 'Helicopter Long Lining for beginners' and finally 'How not to get a poker school up and running'.
Highly recommended.
And the Daily Telegraph has an interview with Joe discussing his tender approach to child care. Well sort of.
Surely time for another book please Joe?Labels: books
Sunday, October 21
Holmsley Enclosure - Deer, Dog; Dog, Deer;
A Sunday afternoon stroll around Holmsley Enclosure in the New Forest.
Two minutes after a couple of noisy cyclists passed me by I happened upon this young stag in the middle of the forest track. The wind direction meant that the dog and the deer were didn't spot each other, giving me time to snap this with my mobile phone camera (hence the low quality)
Predictably the collie's reliance on nose over sight once again allowing me a brief glimpse of the local wildlife in an otherwise busy area.Labels: New Forest
Blog move
Bearded Git, never one to stay in any single place too long it appears (makes a harder target?) has moved his blog yet again to here
At this rate I'll be making a small charge for all the blogsite link re-editing. Somewhere around the price of a pint methinks
;-)Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, October 20
Joe Simpson's new film - an exclusive viewing
......or at least that's what I thought at the time. But wait I'm getting slightly ahead of myself here.
Yes I'm back after a week in the semi-tamed wilderness better known as Liverpool. A city with oodles of civic initiatives and a population glowing with local pride. Just a pity that every sentence that I heard uttered in the city centre precincts seemed to be constructed around the use of the word F**k. At least once. But mostly repeated as a easy alternative to any other adjective.
And after my recent jaunt to the Bath/Bristol area, home of the Big Issue publication, Liverpool took the prize for the most number of BI sellers within the shortest distance. Affluence and poverty visible side by side. One street full of new shops and bright shiny places to spend money. The next blighted with decayed shopfronts and derelict buildings.
On my journey home via Manchester Airport, browsing W H Smith's for some light relief I managed to pick up October's issue of Cumbria "Lakeland's Favourite Magazine". A bonus as I usually only get to read this when I'm visiting the Lake District.
Oooooo! Inside a competition to win tickets to the big-screen film premiere in November at the Kendal Mountain Festival. A follow-up to 'Touching The Void' - 'The Beckoning Silence' adapted from Joe Simpson’s book, and created by the same team. A long shot maybe but my entry was completed and posted first thing this morning. After the hassle I had tracking down a viewing of TTV here in the deep south I was a little hopeful that this time I could not only see the film on its first showing, (isn't that what a premiere is?) but also get to see Joe Simpson 'in the flesh' on one of his rare public appearances.
So entry duly posted off early today. Fingers crossed. Because a win would be sufficient reason to stump-up the £150+ cost involved to travel to the festival.
Then later I catch up with the 'net news to find both Weird Darren and a thread on the Outdoors Magic forum casually mentioning that the "exclusive" will be shown a month ahead of the festival on Channel 4 on the evening of Mon 22 Oct.
So I guess that means that the premiere rating relates to the "big-screen" element. Shucks - a little disingenuous.
Never mind. Fingers still firmly crossed anyway.Labels: blog media, Lake District
Monday, October 15
Blog fame, or blog purgatory
I couldn't go wthout noting this one........
If you had 968 comments (as of earlier this evening) in response to one single post you'd think that the blogger concerned had hit the jackpot. Surely tapped into a real subject for discussion?
But somehow I think this particular example isn't one that the Harvey Goldsmith is that exuberabant about.Labels: blog media
A bit of a break
Well another break away from home as business takes me to a large northern city for the rest of the week, where I suspect my walking opportunities will be somewhat limited.
But then again. Where there's a will .......
;-)
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way (cont)
It was with some irritation I hit the footpath on the morning of Saturday October 5th, slightly ahead of a single horse rider who had just left the field attached to an adjacent bungalow.
I kept a good stomp up from the outset in an attempt to not impede their progress, and they quickly fell away behind me. Well as I said on the last post, the path was narrow in places. And as to why I didn’t wait for them to go ahead? Well ever tried following a horse for any distance? I’m all for smells of the countryside, but its nice to have the choice, rather than have it made for you.
Half a mile further along I swung onto an interconnecting Public Footpath, off the bridleway, ready to cross two fields towards a local road. Part of the 45 minute figure-of-eight route many locals have used for years - indeed footpaths that had been adopted by myself to safeguard their continued availability. So one in which I have a vested interest of care.
At a suitable point I stopped. Partly to pause and roll a cigarette in the morning sunshine. Partly to catch my breath after the early start to the stomp. But mostly I was curious to see what the rider would do next.
For I Had My Suspicions.
This path bordered crop fields and often carries traces of hoove prints, but to date there has never been any sign of the creators.
On this occasion my curiosity was rewarded as after a couple of minutes the rider turned off the bridleway to follow my own footsteps. She called to me as she rode up, seeking to bypass me and and go ahead. I suspect in part irritated herself that her daily ride had already been disrupted in some small way by my presence. A passing conversation then engaged as she cantered up and past me. I politely pointing out that the path (or more precisely the part of the field that she was now crossing) was off the Bridleway and had the status of a Public Footpath. This was countered with her argument as to why I was therefore using the path with two dogs!
What?
Oh what fun that comment sparked off as I chose my next words carefully and still most politely pointed out that myself and the dogs had every right to use the path. However she and her horse did not. And that if she wished to debate the differences concerning the statutory usage of Footpath V Bridleway I was more than happy to do so in detail having made myself aware of the key distinctions as part of my footpath adoption role.
Predictably her canter then broke into a gallop on across the field, but with a parting shot to the effect "Well I’m not hurting anybody doing this".
Of course the dear lady was correct in her own way, and seemed sure that her viewpoint was acceptable. This was a mature local adult rider, not some child from the local riding stable on an hour’s rental ride, unsure of their route, but trying to use bluster to cover up their lack of knowledge.
Later on, as I completed the loop of my walk, I again met the rider crossing the road as she re-entered her field. Her ride now complete. But there was a pointed aversion of the eyes, a refusal to recognise the presence of the dogs or myself. Must have been the traffic I guess? Or then again maybe not.
So was my action mean minded or petty to the extreme? And was she indeed correct in her assertion about her harmless action?
Better to ask the farmer whose crops are repeatedly trampled each year by repeated horse crossings, avoiding the narrow path that the pedestrians keep to along the the narrow strip of field edge.
And then during the wetter weather over the winter months ask the pedestrian trying to use this muddy path despite it now being churned up by the persistent use of heavy iron shoes.
But most of all ask the future users.
Because without recording this incident here any future attempt to get this footpath upgraded to a bridleway would be successful on the grounds that ‘usage is allowed as no one had ever had cause to complain’.
Well in this instance I did. And this is a formal statement of fact. One to which the Dorset County Council Rights Of Way Officer will be pointed in case of future questions as to accustomed usage.
For we all share the countryside. Mostly on a fair basis. But in some cases pressure groups will take advantage of poorly organised, or poorly informed groups despite any numerical supremacy. And those that care are often disheartened by the antics of those that do not, but expect the guardianship of such rights to be there at their whim.
This is nothing "serious" like a wind farm erection or closure of footpaths across private property. Just a single example of one walker making a stand, based on watching a public review hijacked by a minority interest. Standing up to prevent the rights of the many being ridden over roughshod. And please forgive the pun.
In my own little piece of the world it’s not a situation that I will sit back and allow to happen again now I understand more about the process and the spirit of the law.
And to balance this out a little. The New Forest, with miles of good bridleways and uninterrupted open land is a few miles down the road. Like the horse rider I use this particular route when time is short. But personally I prefer the open Forest land.
The riders of this locality however seem to be a little less flexible in their choice of trips out. Maybe.Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way
An oft-overlooked feature of this Internet gizmo is its use as a historic record.
True how enduring, or more importantly how permanent, it eventually turns out to be is very much a tale that has yet to be told. But as a means to document cultural and contemporary context it has undoubtedly expanded the ability of Joe Public to join in on that game previously enjoyed only by those with access within the traditional communication medias.
It can be hacked, spammed, and at times use for misinformation or even downright lies and libel. But an educated reader is able to collate a variety of views on a topic, sift the evidence, and then use their own intellect and experience to form a relatively well informed opinion outside of the normal information controls. And now this is done so very quickly (e.g. the recent protest in Burma)
But why my reflection at this moment in time?
Back in the 1990s I adopted a number of local footpaths. A central and local government initiatives were inviting members of the public to monitor and report on the state of local rights of way, and by their regular use ensure that such paths would continue to be available for all, rather than subject to future legal challenges to close or reroute them.
On the whole its been an easy task, with the local council taking note of any path blockages, usually fallen trees, and resolving them.
But one of these routes at the southern end of the Avon Valley Footpath as it moves towards Christchurch and bordering a dormitory estate, was the centre of a change of use a few years back. In places a narrow rise ‘n dip dirt track. Bounded by a small tree lined ditch on one side, and a tall earth bank forming the edge of the field border above. The path barely wide enough for two people to pass by without one giving way. A dirt track amongst the nettles basically.
But despite this, and with concerted lobbying by the local horse riding fraternity, backed by their national organisation, the public review process determined that this path should be upgraded to a Public Bridleway.
Now I’ve no issue with this where the path is suitable for shared pedestrian and horse traffic. But in this case the width of the path just would not permit it. At the public assessment much was made of prior usage made of the path by horse riders, despite little actual factual evidence to back it up. Furthermore the inspector's assessment of the path’s suitability for mixed traffic concluded somehow that the path width was acceptable.
As a result whilst out for a quiet stroll with the collies I’ve had occasions when I’ve been faced with rider(s) cantering straight down the path towards me. My only escape route a muddy ditch. And at times some brusque manners from the horse gentry who seem to have dropped their Ps & Qs like the large piles up steaming dung that now have to be avoided (Why it is dog shit is Bad, but horse shit is Good, when both are found on a country footpath?)
More to come on why a seemingly trivial incident has a value all its own. Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
Sunday, October 14
Traveller’s Travails – A cure for HomeSickness?
Surely the art of good writing is to achieve that elusive link betwixt writer and reader, to evoke a shared recognition of the human condition?
"Experience has taught me that when home sickness strikes I can either allow my mind to fester on it, or busy myself with other things"
An innocuous comment in Cameron McNeish ‘Wild Connection’ piece in November’s TGO magazine (extracted from "The Wilderness World of Cameron McNeish") But something that chimed a chord with my own particular experience.
An insignificant thought on the face of it, but a subject with the ability to destroy the enjoyment of an outdoors trip. Something that is rarely covered in the annals of outdoor writing usually covering daring-do feats in wild and oft foreign places. But with the increased ease to communicate via mobile phones one that can strike without warning.
I wouldn’t regard myself as that widely travelled. Over the years I’ve visited cultures in the USA, North Africa, and much of the Mediterranean. Fleeting sorties mostly. Enough to value the differences, and celebrate the commonality cross humanity. But at time the cultural differences can make one feel very much a stranger in a strange land.
Over recent years, busily raising a family, my trips away from home have mostly been within the UK. And with it a realisation that whilst travel does indeed broaden the mind, it’s more the act of removing oneself from the security blanket of home and the familiar that is at the heart of creating a traveller. An individual moving through life, anonymous for the most part amongst fellow humans busy with their normal day to day tasks.
Stuck in an anonymous hotel on the other side of the world for weeks on end, homesickness is a recognisable and accepted symptom. One of not belonging. Of being an outsider. Even when part of a group, and to some extent seemingly more insulated from the local culture, who amongst us have not lain awake at 4 a.m. body clock still tuned in to the noise of a background life still murmuring thousands of miles away. The ears automatically straining for those recognisable familiar sounds. The gurgle of the deep freeze unit; the snuffle of dogs moving in their sleep in the kitchen below. The distinctive tick of a favourite clock.
Those oh so minor background noises that suddenly seem to take on an intensely personal value. And then the understanding of this detached loneliness kick in. The mind unprepared for the sudden onrush of an unfamiliar emotion. The sudden desire to be far away from here - to be back amongst the familiar. Even to desire that tedium whilst instinctively understanding that its attraction will swiftly pall once again and be the catalyst for escape once more.
Homesickness will strike anywhere and at the strangest times. It’s not the distance from home that is the cause, although the stranger the surroundings, the more intense a catalyst. Or perhaps the expectation in a remote land provides some form of preparatory safeguard to watch out for the signs.
Perhaps it’s more an understanding that there is to be a semi-permanent separation from one’s chosen existence. An emotional mini-death of sorts? An exclusion.
I once had such an onrush barely five hours into train trip northwards at the sight of mother talking with her young children, despite my own being very much older, and ones that were bade farewell only that morning.
And despite increasing age/maturity along with degree of security of place and emotional stability, the feeling can still sneak up on my blind side and strike deep at times. And then, on some trips – totally unaffected.
How then to deal with it for those of us who need to escape the day to day routines? Especially those of us who travel solo, and as such will always be an outsider amongst the social cliques that form whenever more than a couple of people come together?
In my experience the first step is to recognise the feeling exists, and that it is a normal reaction, no matter whatever the trigger (in my case music is usually the cause) When that feeling wells up, accept it for what it is, don’t bother to dig into it, but gently acknowledge its existence, and then lay it to one side.
And then, as Cameron succinctly advises, don’t fester, get busy.
However minor the activity chosen, within minutes that emotion termed ‘homesickness’ drifts back to wherever it came from. It’s an approach that’s never failed me.
After the first attempt to break out into my consciousness any further outbreaks are somehow minimised to less subjective circumstances becoming more a reminder of the circumstance that describes my own existence. My basis for personal existence and community. A sort of comparative benchmark to check my frame of mind and acceptance of personal circumstance.
Surprisingly I’ve never had this feeling when wildcamping alone, far from others. But find it can especially strike when part of an enforced community. Such as leaving a strange pub, those within all familiar with their fellows and belonging, and myself leaving alone to go out into the darkness as I leave.
Or perhaps staying at a YHA, once an opportunity to meet fellow solo travellers, passing through from here to there; But these days so it seems, self contained groups safely insulated in their established inter-relational dynamics and thereby effectively excluding meaningful interaction with others that they meet.
So thanks Cameron for bringing this subject out into the open, where it can be recognised, examined, catalogued, and then put safely away in the box marked ‘Traveller’s Self-Help Kit’. Labels: Mental Health, TGO Magazine
Saturday, October 13
New Podcast & Love in a Tent Blog
Well it had to come. One of those dashed outdoor bloggers finally managed to link up a love of the outdoors with another passion (better look away now youngsters) S-E-X. The result - a book teasingly called Sex In A Tent.
Well Podcast Bob has thought it worthy enough of a podcast, and listening to author and blogger Michelle Waitzman it definitely sounds like she's carefully and tastefully considered a whole new angle on recreational activity outdoors. More than that I can't say at this time, the book not yet being available in the UK. But sounds interesting.
Whilst listening to the piece earlier today I was mulling over in the darker recesses of my mind (possibly a very apt location?) thinking over any of my own 'misdeeds' whilst out camping or backpacking.
Since Mrs H's motorcycle misadventures many years ago all my camping has been solo, especially when wildcamping. So any similarly themed excitement I can think of would, I suspect, have minimal appeal to those of you reading this. Solo that is.
And to be honest after a long day of backpacking, and the fell top wind and rain whistling past my ears my romantic inclinations are, to be blunt, nil.
But then I recalled an occasion many many years ago............
A hot and sultry summer day had been spent idly encamped near a secluded tarn, with an occasional dip to cool down. I'd not seen another walker for a couple of days now, and as darkness fell I cooked my evening meal, clothes unneccessary as the day's heat continued into the night.
As a result I remained firmly seated as an unexpected visitor suddenly appeared having ascended the narrow track behind my tent.
Our eyes exchanged glances as we said our hellos. I could tell from the way her gaze lingered longingly on my lap, my nudity sparingly covered by the plate and my meal remains, that I had something that she wanted. Perhaps needed. Her intention was clear.
I was, I admit, intrigued. For after many days alone in these hills contact with another was taken at face value, a welcome intrusion into my long term solitude.
She moved towards me breathing expectantly, eyes still feasting on my tanned limbs. And then her head slowly rubbed against my bare arm, and then my naked chest, moving downwards.
Gulp. What was I to do?
Submit to this stranger's desires, or protest and prepare to defend my honour?
There was no one else around. No likelihood of we two being surprised. Two strangers meeting in an unremarkable place. Ships in the night.
As her head continued to move still lower still my mind whirled with possibilities until something suddenly snapped me from this hypnotic revery and I firmly pushed her head away.
"No!" I shouted. "This can never be. It Must Not Happen".
For after all this had been my meal. And no bloody sheep was going to snaffle the tail end of my potato mash, no matter what the circumstances. Or how stunnng they may have looked after too long alone.
;-)
The podcast can be found here:
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Bath. A visit amongst walking cornucopia?
When looking for new walking country the area around Bath was not one that had readily sprung to mind before. Seemingly rather too associated with the urban sprawl that is Bristol, the city of Bath has poured itself across the hollow surrounded by a ring of low lying hills. Not big hills you understand. But significant enough that my memories of previous visits all seem to start with a steep descent downwards to the city centre. Not a place for learner drivers worried by car hill starts and sliding clutch mastery.
I’ve stayed here a couple of times in the past, and travelled through literally scores of times on trips to Cornwall pre the building of the M5 motorway. But previous trips were all centre based for urban duties. And as a result I’d learnt two lessons about Bath.
Firstly. Almost without exception the centre shops seemed geared-up to the tourist trade, especially at the wealthier end of foreign tourist market. Or more accurately geared-up to fleece the unwary.
It seemed at one time that the free spending American or Japanese visitor drove the retailers of the city. Part of that grand tour that so delights a London based foreign traveller on a fixed schedule. To "do" the city of the Roman Spa bath, and more lately the Jane Austin heritage trail, usually via the pitiful stones of Stonehenge. Which as tasters of "real" English history are all piss poor examples, but probably a good grounding in what to expect as they shoot north via the Cotswolds for a flying visit to Stratford-upon-Avon, to "do" Shakespeare, and then off to Oxford before a return to the airport home having assimilated the key to the English psyche oh so well.
Or perhaps not. Eh?
As a result spending time in Bath could never be regarded as a cheap venture until one learns to avoid the shops and pay-to-view tourist hot spots, but instead enjoys for free such places as the Royal Crescent and the rest of the copious and still outstandingly remarkable Georgian architectural heritage. To walk amongst the outlying city streets beyond the main High Street area is simple to achieve, doesn’t need to cover any huge distances and is a simple way to get under the skin of those long dead architects whose legacy stands still so vibrant. And all for the price of a comfortable pair of walking shoes and an eye open to the feel for land, space and expressions of wealth and status.
Secondly, and I guess related to the first point, parking in Bath Is Not Cheap. Even when using the perimeter car parks - £8 for a five hour daytime visit anyone? Once again a reason to leave the car beyond the centre and use walking to explore at a leisurely pace those open spaces and back street architectural jewels often overlooked by the coach party visitor.
But this was the first time I’d both stayed outside the centre and remained for more than a few fleeting days. And I was pleasantly surprised by the extent of the green gaps separating Bath and Bristol. Not as expected the endless urban sprawl of a Bristol/Bath conurbation, but an area packed with many small and thriving villages along with the newer dormitory estates. A steady mix of village, and open countryside once away from the main A4 feeder route. Most of the villages, still remaining small, appear to be thriving, if their success can be based in the number of local pubs that still remain available to each area. And based on those conversations I heard around me local life still retains a predominantly rural outlook, despite their geographical position pincered between the two large population centres.
As the area’s OS map revealed with minimal research, the network of local footpaths is extremely rich. Add in the recent additions of more recent formal trails such as The Cotswold Way & Monarch Way, and the opportunity for a variety of almost inexhaustible circular day jaunts along country paths, with convenient lunchtime pub stops is easily achieved. Or perhaps a few linear routes with connecting local transport to return to the start?
For us, a local meander up to the viewpoint of Prospect Stile (OS Explorer 155: GR 713 684) taking in local footpaths near our holiday accommodation and passing along ancient hedgerows.
Onto the Cotswold Way as we left Bath Racecourse down to a fine ridge walk looking out over western Bath, in the distance the sight of hot air balloons being launched, slowly climbing up over the outskirts of Bath for their short flights in the sunlight. Making their way across the Avon valley.
And finally a short climb to the heady height of 218 m as we touched the small copse sitting atop Kelston Round Hill (OS Explorer 155: GR 710 676) There to sit and look across the wide panorama southwards, the Severn Bridge towers glinting in the afternoon sun, the Welsh hills rising darkly beyond, before an easy descent down to the pub and a return home.
Panorama? Now there’s a word I wouldn’t previously have associated with urban areas in the south of England (unless you include cliff top views of unending English Channel) And whilst the views were not of fellside peaks and deep valleys, the variety of landscape on offer is easily achieved at a fraction of the effort I’d normally expect. A genteel way to walk and then quietly watch the world unfold below. And still be home for tea.
Bath, as I mentioned at the outset, not an area that readily springs to mind for walking. But possibly one that is a well kept secret? Or perhaps just too easily overlooked by those of us who normally look for their walking challenge in those areas free from human habitation.
But with a little lateral thinking, the inherent variability of this landscape with its features and local antiquities, plus an enviable rights of way network, seem a distinct advantage for short breaks during those winter months and only a short distance from home.
A landscape that calls for future exploration I suspect.
Sunday, October 7
Balloon over Bath
Friday, October 5
A parting shot -Blog Action Day and the M62
Before I disappear off for a week, here's a couple of sites worth a thought.
2007 Blog Action Day has been organised by a core team of bloggers for October 15.
The aim - "In its inaugural year, Blog Action Day will be co-ordinating bloggers to tackle the issue of the environment by .....Publish a post on their blog which relates to an issue of their own choice pertaining to the environment .....and/or .....commit to donating their day’s advertising earnings to an environmental charity of their choice"
And as a complete contrast John Davies (a vicar of a small parish I believe) is Walking the M62
"I am currently walking the M62 motorway corridor, Hull back to Liverpool. Because I hope to learn to listen, because I hope to learn to see".
Most journey's have a objective. This is one of the more obtuse that I've come across, but possibly as valid as the LEJOG, in its own way? Labels: blog media, walks
Hip-pack Competition 2007 - Grand Awards
Plans to hire a major London venue for the grand prize winning were thrown into disarray by some 70s band (anyone remember Led Zep?) booking the venue. And thanks for asking but NO I didn't manage to get a ticket. Guess Knebworth '79 will have to be my last memory of them in full on rampage - sigh)
But to the task in hand. The final awards.
Despite flaky interest during the sunny and hot sultry nights of the year it seems all entrants decided that waiting for long dark and colder nights make more sense for ultra ultra lightweight camping.
Right. What a logical lot you are. Or does this blog attract would be masochists? LoL
And its interesting that the main contenders were all "newbies" to the outdoor blog scene. (What's up you oldies - all scaredy cats? Or been there done that already?)
Only one person managed to follow all the instructions to the letter. Well nearly. As the special e-mail hot line was only buzzing with activity when spammers spotted its existence (cheap viagra anyone - saves on tent poles apparently?)
But that aside - the spirit of the competition was observed to the full, and seems to have had its desired result in getting those involved to try something a little different on the outdoors theme. And have a bit of fun. Which was always the intention. And hopefully any discomfort that may have been experienced meant a few things were learnt for future occasions.
And so to the final results:
Mark over at lost-in-a-forest spent a relatively uneventful night at Cann Wood near Plymouth
A breakdown of his gear can be seen on his blog here; Mark's report on the outing can be found here and here. And this was the night's venue:
Total weight 1.454 kg (I just love that accuracy to 3 decimal places Mark!)
The jury particularly commended his creation of a new rucksack specifically for the challenge. And whilst applauding the innovative use of bin liners as waterproofs commented on the possibility of using them to double up as a groundsheet. And from the report provided he even managed most of a night's sleep.
And it was a night's sleep that seemed slightly more elusive for Gayle from M&G Go For A Walk dealing with the various wildlife to be found wandering past her night's pitch out on Cannock Chase.
A breakdown of Gayle's gear can be seen on here blog here and here with a report on the outing to be found here.
In this instance the jury commented on the tidiness of the gear on site, and the entrant's fortitude in sticking it out despite the rampant wildlife, and the tempting knowledge of a nice warm tent (and a nice warm partner?) in the vicinity.
Total weight 4.4 kg
There were other entries (well not a huge amount) but they were either abortive efforts or just a chance to give the bivvy approach a go without worrying about minimalist weight and a bit sneaky about the overnight accommodation
As to the general level of entry.
It was interesting that both the finalists were accompanied on their attempts by Podcast Bob's mp3 offerings. Highly suitable as he kindly provided the main prize a Nalgene Folding Canteen for this earlier in the year (and I happen to know he has the last few of these in stock - so grab them whilst they're still available)
And whilst the number of attempts reported to JH Towers was low (but highly select naturally) it was a noticeable increase on last year's entry (i.e. Nil) and has encouraged me to think about repeating this little game next year.
So any thoughts/feedback on how to improve it would be good. TGO challenge it will never be. But that's not the point here really. Is it now.
;-)
What's that? Who won? Oops nearly forgot. What a tease.
And the winner? Well you all were really. But in the end the Nalgene will be going to Mark, essentially for the lightest load.
But a special commendation prize will also be winging its way to Gayle - a copy of Ronald Turnbull's "The Book of The Bivvy"
Both prizes to be posted once this postal strike sorts itself out which will probably be after I return from next week's trip away in the wilds of Avon.
Bivvying? What in this weather? You must be kidding
;-)
Well done all - and thanks for your involvement in making this so much fun both for those involved, and those sat at home reading about it.
Nice one.Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Wednesday, October 3
Site update
Labels now added to the lower right hand links list. Saves hunting for that all essential stuff. Maybe.
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 2
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
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And whatever my outdoor plans for the day, the dog's need had a higher priority.
For you see the older collie is not a happy lady at present. Old age has been noticeably catching up on her these last few months, so a gentle & flat stroll was order of the day. No excitement, and no physical over exertion. Already off her food and with her health giving cause for concern we try to keep her active alongside the other dog. To keep some interest and help put some spirit back into her day to day life.
And after a few minutes moving into the teeth of the storm her pace soon picked up settling down once more into a that smooth gait so typical of a collie outdoors. Not quite as fluid as it used to be, but a definite improvement on her limping movements around home.
Today's meander was around Stanpit Marsh butting out into Christchurch Harbour. During the summer a hive of activity, and a popular nature spot. Beloved of the birding community, but a little too over popular with the dog short-walk community and hence associated with outbreaks of dog related bugs.
Looking back at Christchurch PrioryBut during the winter months, especially during poor weather sweeping in from the English Channel, a quiet place with regular migratory bird activity to watch. A natural rest spot for the flocks passing through. The contrast between the land based nature reserve and the harbour itself, the outflow of the Rivers Stour and Avon into the sea, always throwing up something new to observe.
A couple of hardy individuals, the human variety, were loitering near the car park with their rats-on-leads. The general lack of wet weather gear admirable given the conditions. I always wonder whether some people just naturally enjoy getting soaked, or are they just incapable of taking a look out of the window before they leave the security of their nice dry house.
But whatever their approach I was suitably wet weather clad and once out amongst the marshland had the place to myself for a circular route. Not a long one, but taken steadily one offering plenty of variation.
And wind. What wind. With the sort of driving rain that makes you glad for a decent rainhood. Let's see Nick Crane's infamous umbrella cope with this sort of weather!
Random sights along the way:
How about one of the few remaining World War II Bailey Bridges designed and constructed locally?
Or maybe the strange sight of the rusting hull of the landlocked boat aka the Stanpit Boat now carefully fenced off to prevent it trying to escape back to the sea once the proper winter flooding kicks in and covers large areas of this marsh.
And as we gently moved back to the start point the storm blowing in from the south west behind us showed little sign of relenting. A lesson not lost on these ponies using the natural wind break created by the Naturalists Information point.
And here the information board relaying the usual high quality bird and wildlife reports. But today noting an increase in rabbit myxomatosis on the local feral population. The summer conditions beneficial to the mossies and other blood feeders that sadly have once more speeded up the spread of the disease across the area generally.
Well at least someone enjoyed their summer. Or so it would seem.
Now the next few months look like my turn with the tourists having mostly fled and most local folk starting to look indoors for their recreational activities over the coming months.
TV: When Hell Freezes
No, not the title of the Eagles latest offering but another film/documentary from Channel 4 to be screened during prime time this coming Monday (21:00 - 22:35)
Following on after Joe Simpson's 'Beckoning Silence' last week tomorrow's programme relates Douglas Mawson's 1912 Antarctic expedition (or more relevantly the failure of it) that resulted in his 315-mile trek sans his original companions, and most of the food.
I can't presently find out if there's any more of these daring-do tales to come, but the subject matter so far is well chosen, and if Simpson's offering is anything to go by, well put together.
Aren't we outdoorsy folk being spoilt at presentLabels: Fitness, Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 23
Now! New added value blog trickery
More fiddling - there's now a real-time UK clock added to the right hand column to help you to work out 'When' you are.
UK time naturally.
Soon to come - the GPS tinkly bits to to help with 'Where' you are. Well perhaps not - lol.Labels: blog media
Joe Simpson on Surviving Till 40
No apologies for a follow up the JS piece to mention another of his on-line articles.
The git may be a year younger than me, but I'd bet I don't make nearly as many creaking noises as Mr S when I walk. And for me that is despite far too many years abusing motorcycles in some pretty foul weather/places.
That's mostly astride the bike concerned; Sometimes beneath it;
Ho hum. Never forget how to grow old. Rather disgracefully.Labels: books, Fitness, Miscellaneous
Joe Simpson & The Beckoning Silence - more good stuff
If like me you were glued to the Channel 4 TV last night, watching Joe Simpson's 'The Beckoning Silence' then there's a further treat in store.
Joe has a website for a number of years now, but updates have been very infrequent. Which is a shame as I've read most of his work that I've been able to get me hands on. Always thoughtful and entertaining despite some extremely difficult subject matter at times.
So if you want Joe's personal slant on what was involved in filming TBS he's provided a film diary HERE. Its a long piece. But that's great as far as I'm concerned as its all highly entertaining and includes such teasing topics as - 'Swiss dogging', 'the joys of Erika the make up lady', 'a case for Bryan Adams knackers and a catapult', 'Helicopter Long Lining for beginners' and finally 'How not to get a poker school up and running'.
Highly recommended.
And the Daily Telegraph has an interview with Joe discussing his tender approach to child care. Well sort of.
Surely time for another book please Joe?Labels: books
Sunday, October 21
Holmsley Enclosure - Deer, Dog; Dog, Deer;
A Sunday afternoon stroll around Holmsley Enclosure in the New Forest.
Two minutes after a couple of noisy cyclists passed me by I happened upon this young stag in the middle of the forest track. The wind direction meant that the dog and the deer were didn't spot each other, giving me time to snap this with my mobile phone camera (hence the low quality)
Predictably the collie's reliance on nose over sight once again allowing me a brief glimpse of the local wildlife in an otherwise busy area.Labels: New Forest
Blog move
Bearded Git, never one to stay in any single place too long it appears (makes a harder target?) has moved his blog yet again to here
At this rate I'll be making a small charge for all the blogsite link re-editing. Somewhere around the price of a pint methinks
;-)Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, October 20
Joe Simpson's new film - an exclusive viewing
......or at least that's what I thought at the time. But wait I'm getting slightly ahead of myself here.
Yes I'm back after a week in the semi-tamed wilderness better known as Liverpool. A city with oodles of civic initiatives and a population glowing with local pride. Just a pity that every sentence that I heard uttered in the city centre precincts seemed to be constructed around the use of the word F**k. At least once. But mostly repeated as a easy alternative to any other adjective.
And after my recent jaunt to the Bath/Bristol area, home of the Big Issue publication, Liverpool took the prize for the most number of BI sellers within the shortest distance. Affluence and poverty visible side by side. One street full of new shops and bright shiny places to spend money. The next blighted with decayed shopfronts and derelict buildings.
On my journey home via Manchester Airport, browsing W H Smith's for some light relief I managed to pick up October's issue of Cumbria "Lakeland's Favourite Magazine". A bonus as I usually only get to read this when I'm visiting the Lake District.
Oooooo! Inside a competition to win tickets to the big-screen film premiere in November at the Kendal Mountain Festival. A follow-up to 'Touching The Void' - 'The Beckoning Silence' adapted from Joe Simpson’s book, and created by the same team. A long shot maybe but my entry was completed and posted first thing this morning. After the hassle I had tracking down a viewing of TTV here in the deep south I was a little hopeful that this time I could not only see the film on its first showing, (isn't that what a premiere is?) but also get to see Joe Simpson 'in the flesh' on one of his rare public appearances.
So entry duly posted off early today. Fingers crossed. Because a win would be sufficient reason to stump-up the £150+ cost involved to travel to the festival.
Then later I catch up with the 'net news to find both Weird Darren and a thread on the Outdoors Magic forum casually mentioning that the "exclusive" will be shown a month ahead of the festival on Channel 4 on the evening of Mon 22 Oct.
So I guess that means that the premiere rating relates to the "big-screen" element. Shucks - a little disingenuous.
Never mind. Fingers still firmly crossed anyway.Labels: blog media, Lake District
Monday, October 15
Blog fame, or blog purgatory
I couldn't go wthout noting this one........
If you had 968 comments (as of earlier this evening) in response to one single post you'd think that the blogger concerned had hit the jackpot. Surely tapped into a real subject for discussion?
But somehow I think this particular example isn't one that the Harvey Goldsmith is that exuberabant about.Labels: blog media
A bit of a break
Well another break away from home as business takes me to a large northern city for the rest of the week, where I suspect my walking opportunities will be somewhat limited.
But then again. Where there's a will .......
;-)
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way (cont)
It was with some irritation I hit the footpath on the morning of Saturday October 5th, slightly ahead of a single horse rider who had just left the field attached to an adjacent bungalow.
I kept a good stomp up from the outset in an attempt to not impede their progress, and they quickly fell away behind me. Well as I said on the last post, the path was narrow in places. And as to why I didn’t wait for them to go ahead? Well ever tried following a horse for any distance? I’m all for smells of the countryside, but its nice to have the choice, rather than have it made for you.
Half a mile further along I swung onto an interconnecting Public Footpath, off the bridleway, ready to cross two fields towards a local road. Part of the 45 minute figure-of-eight route many locals have used for years - indeed footpaths that had been adopted by myself to safeguard their continued availability. So one in which I have a vested interest of care.
At a suitable point I stopped. Partly to pause and roll a cigarette in the morning sunshine. Partly to catch my breath after the early start to the stomp. But mostly I was curious to see what the rider would do next.
For I Had My Suspicions.
This path bordered crop fields and often carries traces of hoove prints, but to date there has never been any sign of the creators.
On this occasion my curiosity was rewarded as after a couple of minutes the rider turned off the bridleway to follow my own footsteps. She called to me as she rode up, seeking to bypass me and and go ahead. I suspect in part irritated herself that her daily ride had already been disrupted in some small way by my presence. A passing conversation then engaged as she cantered up and past me. I politely pointing out that the path (or more precisely the part of the field that she was now crossing) was off the Bridleway and had the status of a Public Footpath. This was countered with her argument as to why I was therefore using the path with two dogs!
What?
Oh what fun that comment sparked off as I chose my next words carefully and still most politely pointed out that myself and the dogs had every right to use the path. However she and her horse did not. And that if she wished to debate the differences concerning the statutory usage of Footpath V Bridleway I was more than happy to do so in detail having made myself aware of the key distinctions as part of my footpath adoption role.
Predictably her canter then broke into a gallop on across the field, but with a parting shot to the effect "Well I’m not hurting anybody doing this".
Of course the dear lady was correct in her own way, and seemed sure that her viewpoint was acceptable. This was a mature local adult rider, not some child from the local riding stable on an hour’s rental ride, unsure of their route, but trying to use bluster to cover up their lack of knowledge.
Later on, as I completed the loop of my walk, I again met the rider crossing the road as she re-entered her field. Her ride now complete. But there was a pointed aversion of the eyes, a refusal to recognise the presence of the dogs or myself. Must have been the traffic I guess? Or then again maybe not.
So was my action mean minded or petty to the extreme? And was she indeed correct in her assertion about her harmless action?
Better to ask the farmer whose crops are repeatedly trampled each year by repeated horse crossings, avoiding the narrow path that the pedestrians keep to along the the narrow strip of field edge.
And then during the wetter weather over the winter months ask the pedestrian trying to use this muddy path despite it now being churned up by the persistent use of heavy iron shoes.
But most of all ask the future users.
Because without recording this incident here any future attempt to get this footpath upgraded to a bridleway would be successful on the grounds that ‘usage is allowed as no one had ever had cause to complain’.
Well in this instance I did. And this is a formal statement of fact. One to which the Dorset County Council Rights Of Way Officer will be pointed in case of future questions as to accustomed usage.
For we all share the countryside. Mostly on a fair basis. But in some cases pressure groups will take advantage of poorly organised, or poorly informed groups despite any numerical supremacy. And those that care are often disheartened by the antics of those that do not, but expect the guardianship of such rights to be there at their whim.
This is nothing "serious" like a wind farm erection or closure of footpaths across private property. Just a single example of one walker making a stand, based on watching a public review hijacked by a minority interest. Standing up to prevent the rights of the many being ridden over roughshod. And please forgive the pun.
In my own little piece of the world it’s not a situation that I will sit back and allow to happen again now I understand more about the process and the spirit of the law.
And to balance this out a little. The New Forest, with miles of good bridleways and uninterrupted open land is a few miles down the road. Like the horse rider I use this particular route when time is short. But personally I prefer the open Forest land.
The riders of this locality however seem to be a little less flexible in their choice of trips out. Maybe.Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way
An oft-overlooked feature of this Internet gizmo is its use as a historic record.
True how enduring, or more importantly how permanent, it eventually turns out to be is very much a tale that has yet to be told. But as a means to document cultural and contemporary context it has undoubtedly expanded the ability of Joe Public to join in on that game previously enjoyed only by those with access within the traditional communication medias.
It can be hacked, spammed, and at times use for misinformation or even downright lies and libel. But an educated reader is able to collate a variety of views on a topic, sift the evidence, and then use their own intellect and experience to form a relatively well informed opinion outside of the normal information controls. And now this is done so very quickly (e.g. the recent protest in Burma)
But why my reflection at this moment in time?
Back in the 1990s I adopted a number of local footpaths. A central and local government initiatives were inviting members of the public to monitor and report on the state of local rights of way, and by their regular use ensure that such paths would continue to be available for all, rather than subject to future legal challenges to close or reroute them.
On the whole its been an easy task, with the local council taking note of any path blockages, usually fallen trees, and resolving them.
But one of these routes at the southern end of the Avon Valley Footpath as it moves towards Christchurch and bordering a dormitory estate, was the centre of a change of use a few years back. In places a narrow rise ‘n dip dirt track. Bounded by a small tree lined ditch on one side, and a tall earth bank forming the edge of the field border above. The path barely wide enough for two people to pass by without one giving way. A dirt track amongst the nettles basically.
But despite this, and with concerted lobbying by the local horse riding fraternity, backed by their national organisation, the public review process determined that this path should be upgraded to a Public Bridleway.
Now I’ve no issue with this where the path is suitable for shared pedestrian and horse traffic. But in this case the width of the path just would not permit it. At the public assessment much was made of prior usage made of the path by horse riders, despite little actual factual evidence to back it up. Furthermore the inspector's assessment of the path’s suitability for mixed traffic concluded somehow that the path width was acceptable.
As a result whilst out for a quiet stroll with the collies I’ve had occasions when I’ve been faced with rider(s) cantering straight down the path towards me. My only escape route a muddy ditch. And at times some brusque manners from the horse gentry who seem to have dropped their Ps & Qs like the large piles up steaming dung that now have to be avoided (Why it is dog shit is Bad, but horse shit is Good, when both are found on a country footpath?)
More to come on why a seemingly trivial incident has a value all its own. Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
Sunday, October 14
Traveller’s Travails – A cure for HomeSickness?
Surely the art of good writing is to achieve that elusive link betwixt writer and reader, to evoke a shared recognition of the human condition?
"Experience has taught me that when home sickness strikes I can either allow my mind to fester on it, or busy myself with other things"
An innocuous comment in Cameron McNeish ‘Wild Connection’ piece in November’s TGO magazine (extracted from "The Wilderness World of Cameron McNeish") But something that chimed a chord with my own particular experience.
An insignificant thought on the face of it, but a subject with the ability to destroy the enjoyment of an outdoors trip. Something that is rarely covered in the annals of outdoor writing usually covering daring-do feats in wild and oft foreign places. But with the increased ease to communicate via mobile phones one that can strike without warning.
I wouldn’t regard myself as that widely travelled. Over the years I’ve visited cultures in the USA, North Africa, and much of the Mediterranean. Fleeting sorties mostly. Enough to value the differences, and celebrate the commonality cross humanity. But at time the cultural differences can make one feel very much a stranger in a strange land.
Over recent years, busily raising a family, my trips away from home have mostly been within the UK. And with it a realisation that whilst travel does indeed broaden the mind, it’s more the act of removing oneself from the security blanket of home and the familiar that is at the heart of creating a traveller. An individual moving through life, anonymous for the most part amongst fellow humans busy with their normal day to day tasks.
Stuck in an anonymous hotel on the other side of the world for weeks on end, homesickness is a recognisable and accepted symptom. One of not belonging. Of being an outsider. Even when part of a group, and to some extent seemingly more insulated from the local culture, who amongst us have not lain awake at 4 a.m. body clock still tuned in to the noise of a background life still murmuring thousands of miles away. The ears automatically straining for those recognisable familiar sounds. The gurgle of the deep freeze unit; the snuffle of dogs moving in their sleep in the kitchen below. The distinctive tick of a favourite clock.
Those oh so minor background noises that suddenly seem to take on an intensely personal value. And then the understanding of this detached loneliness kick in. The mind unprepared for the sudden onrush of an unfamiliar emotion. The sudden desire to be far away from here - to be back amongst the familiar. Even to desire that tedium whilst instinctively understanding that its attraction will swiftly pall once again and be the catalyst for escape once more.
Homesickness will strike anywhere and at the strangest times. It’s not the distance from home that is the cause, although the stranger the surroundings, the more intense a catalyst. Or perhaps the expectation in a remote land provides some form of preparatory safeguard to watch out for the signs.
Perhaps it’s more an understanding that there is to be a semi-permanent separation from one’s chosen existence. An emotional mini-death of sorts? An exclusion.
I once had such an onrush barely five hours into train trip northwards at the sight of mother talking with her young children, despite my own being very much older, and ones that were bade farewell only that morning.
And despite increasing age/maturity along with degree of security of place and emotional stability, the feeling can still sneak up on my blind side and strike deep at times. And then, on some trips – totally unaffected.
How then to deal with it for those of us who need to escape the day to day routines? Especially those of us who travel solo, and as such will always be an outsider amongst the social cliques that form whenever more than a couple of people come together?
In my experience the first step is to recognise the feeling exists, and that it is a normal reaction, no matter whatever the trigger (in my case music is usually the cause) When that feeling wells up, accept it for what it is, don’t bother to dig into it, but gently acknowledge its existence, and then lay it to one side.
And then, as Cameron succinctly advises, don’t fester, get busy.
However minor the activity chosen, within minutes that emotion termed ‘homesickness’ drifts back to wherever it came from. It’s an approach that’s never failed me.
After the first attempt to break out into my consciousness any further outbreaks are somehow minimised to less subjective circumstances becoming more a reminder of the circumstance that describes my own existence. My basis for personal existence and community. A sort of comparative benchmark to check my frame of mind and acceptance of personal circumstance.
Surprisingly I’ve never had this feeling when wildcamping alone, far from others. But find it can especially strike when part of an enforced community. Such as leaving a strange pub, those within all familiar with their fellows and belonging, and myself leaving alone to go out into the darkness as I leave.
Or perhaps staying at a YHA, once an opportunity to meet fellow solo travellers, passing through from here to there; But these days so it seems, self contained groups safely insulated in their established inter-relational dynamics and thereby effectively excluding meaningful interaction with others that they meet.
So thanks Cameron for bringing this subject out into the open, where it can be recognised, examined, catalogued, and then put safely away in the box marked ‘Traveller’s Self-Help Kit’. Labels: Mental Health, TGO Magazine
Saturday, October 13
New Podcast & Love in a Tent Blog
Well it had to come. One of those dashed outdoor bloggers finally managed to link up a love of the outdoors with another passion (better look away now youngsters) S-E-X. The result - a book teasingly called Sex In A Tent.
Well Podcast Bob has thought it worthy enough of a podcast, and listening to author and blogger Michelle Waitzman it definitely sounds like she's carefully and tastefully considered a whole new angle on recreational activity outdoors. More than that I can't say at this time, the book not yet being available in the UK. But sounds interesting.
Whilst listening to the piece earlier today I was mulling over in the darker recesses of my mind (possibly a very apt location?) thinking over any of my own 'misdeeds' whilst out camping or backpacking.
Since Mrs H's motorcycle misadventures many years ago all my camping has been solo, especially when wildcamping. So any similarly themed excitement I can think of would, I suspect, have minimal appeal to those of you reading this. Solo that is.
And to be honest after a long day of backpacking, and the fell top wind and rain whistling past my ears my romantic inclinations are, to be blunt, nil.
But then I recalled an occasion many many years ago............
A hot and sultry summer day had been spent idly encamped near a secluded tarn, with an occasional dip to cool down. I'd not seen another walker for a couple of days now, and as darkness fell I cooked my evening meal, clothes unneccessary as the day's heat continued into the night.
As a result I remained firmly seated as an unexpected visitor suddenly appeared having ascended the narrow track behind my tent.
Our eyes exchanged glances as we said our hellos. I could tell from the way her gaze lingered longingly on my lap, my nudity sparingly covered by the plate and my meal remains, that I had something that she wanted. Perhaps needed. Her intention was clear.
I was, I admit, intrigued. For after many days alone in these hills contact with another was taken at face value, a welcome intrusion into my long term solitude.
She moved towards me breathing expectantly, eyes still feasting on my tanned limbs. And then her head slowly rubbed against my bare arm, and then my naked chest, moving downwards.
Gulp. What was I to do?
Submit to this stranger's desires, or protest and prepare to defend my honour?
There was no one else around. No likelihood of we two being surprised. Two strangers meeting in an unremarkable place. Ships in the night.
As her head continued to move still lower still my mind whirled with possibilities until something suddenly snapped me from this hypnotic revery and I firmly pushed her head away.
"No!" I shouted. "This can never be. It Must Not Happen".
For after all this had been my meal. And no bloody sheep was going to snaffle the tail end of my potato mash, no matter what the circumstances. Or how stunnng they may have looked after too long alone.
;-)
The podcast can be found here:
Sex
In A Tent
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Bath. A visit amongst walking cornucopia?
When looking for new walking country the area around Bath was not one that had readily sprung to mind before. Seemingly rather too associated with the urban sprawl that is Bristol, the city of Bath has poured itself across the hollow surrounded by a ring of low lying hills. Not big hills you understand. But significant enough that my memories of previous visits all seem to start with a steep descent downwards to the city centre. Not a place for learner drivers worried by car hill starts and sliding clutch mastery.
I’ve stayed here a couple of times in the past, and travelled through literally scores of times on trips to Cornwall pre the building of the M5 motorway. But previous trips were all centre based for urban duties. And as a result I’d learnt two lessons about Bath.
Firstly. Almost without exception the centre shops seemed geared-up to the tourist trade, especially at the wealthier end of foreign tourist market. Or more accurately geared-up to fleece the unwary.
It seemed at one time that the free spending American or Japanese visitor drove the retailers of the city. Part of that grand tour that so delights a London based foreign traveller on a fixed schedule. To "do" the city of the Roman Spa bath, and more lately the Jane Austin heritage trail, usually via the pitiful stones of Stonehenge. Which as tasters of "real" English history are all piss poor examples, but probably a good grounding in what to expect as they shoot north via the Cotswolds for a flying visit to Stratford-upon-Avon, to "do" Shakespeare, and then off to Oxford before a return to the airport home having assimilated the key to the English psyche oh so well.
Or perhaps not. Eh?
As a result spending time in Bath could never be regarded as a cheap venture until one learns to avoid the shops and pay-to-view tourist hot spots, but instead enjoys for free such places as the Royal Crescent and the rest of the copious and still outstandingly remarkable Georgian architectural heritage. To walk amongst the outlying city streets beyond the main High Street area is simple to achieve, doesn’t need to cover any huge distances and is a simple way to get under the skin of those long dead architects whose legacy stands still so vibrant. And all for the price of a comfortable pair of walking shoes and an eye open to the feel for land, space and expressions of wealth and status.
Secondly, and I guess related to the first point, parking in Bath Is Not Cheap. Even when using the perimeter car parks - £8 for a five hour daytime visit anyone? Once again a reason to leave the car beyond the centre and use walking to explore at a leisurely pace those open spaces and back street architectural jewels often overlooked by the coach party visitor.
But this was the first time I’d both stayed outside the centre and remained for more than a few fleeting days. And I was pleasantly surprised by the extent of the green gaps separating Bath and Bristol. Not as expected the endless urban sprawl of a Bristol/Bath conurbation, but an area packed with many small and thriving villages along with the newer dormitory estates. A steady mix of village, and open countryside once away from the main A4 feeder route. Most of the villages, still remaining small, appear to be thriving, if their success can be based in the number of local pubs that still remain available to each area. And based on those conversations I heard around me local life still retains a predominantly rural outlook, despite their geographical position pincered between the two large population centres.
As the area’s OS map revealed with minimal research, the network of local footpaths is extremely rich. Add in the recent additions of more recent formal trails such as The Cotswold Way & Monarch Way, and the opportunity for a variety of almost inexhaustible circular day jaunts along country paths, with convenient lunchtime pub stops is easily achieved. Or perhaps a few linear routes with connecting local transport to return to the start?
For us, a local meander up to the viewpoint of Prospect Stile (OS Explorer 155: GR 713 684) taking in local footpaths near our holiday accommodation and passing along ancient hedgerows.
Onto the Cotswold Way as we left Bath Racecourse down to a fine ridge walk looking out over western Bath, in the distance the sight of hot air balloons being launched, slowly climbing up over the outskirts of Bath for their short flights in the sunlight. Making their way across the Avon valley.
And finally a short climb to the heady height of 218 m as we touched the small copse sitting atop Kelston Round Hill (OS Explorer 155: GR 710 676) There to sit and look across the wide panorama southwards, the Severn Bridge towers glinting in the afternoon sun, the Welsh hills rising darkly beyond, before an easy descent down to the pub and a return home.
Panorama? Now there’s a word I wouldn’t previously have associated with urban areas in the south of England (unless you include cliff top views of unending English Channel) And whilst the views were not of fellside peaks and deep valleys, the variety of landscape on offer is easily achieved at a fraction of the effort I’d normally expect. A genteel way to walk and then quietly watch the world unfold below. And still be home for tea.
Bath, as I mentioned at the outset, not an area that readily springs to mind for walking. But possibly one that is a well kept secret? Or perhaps just too easily overlooked by those of us who normally look for their walking challenge in those areas free from human habitation.
But with a little lateral thinking, the inherent variability of this landscape with its features and local antiquities, plus an enviable rights of way network, seem a distinct advantage for short breaks during those winter months and only a short distance from home.
A landscape that calls for future exploration I suspect.
Sunday, October 7
Balloon over Bath
Friday, October 5
A parting shot -Blog Action Day and the M62
Before I disappear off for a week, here's a couple of sites worth a thought.
2007 Blog Action Day has been organised by a core team of bloggers for October 15.
The aim - "In its inaugural year, Blog Action Day will be co-ordinating bloggers to tackle the issue of the environment by .....Publish a post on their blog which relates to an issue of their own choice pertaining to the environment .....and/or .....commit to donating their day’s advertising earnings to an environmental charity of their choice"
And as a complete contrast John Davies (a vicar of a small parish I believe) is Walking the M62
"I am currently walking the M62 motorway corridor, Hull back to Liverpool. Because I hope to learn to listen, because I hope to learn to see".
Most journey's have a objective. This is one of the more obtuse that I've come across, but possibly as valid as the LEJOG, in its own way? Labels: blog media, walks
Hip-pack Competition 2007 - Grand Awards
Plans to hire a major London venue for the grand prize winning were thrown into disarray by some 70s band (anyone remember Led Zep?) booking the venue. And thanks for asking but NO I didn't manage to get a ticket. Guess Knebworth '79 will have to be my last memory of them in full on rampage - sigh)
But to the task in hand. The final awards.
Despite flaky interest during the sunny and hot sultry nights of the year it seems all entrants decided that waiting for long dark and colder nights make more sense for ultra ultra lightweight camping.
Right. What a logical lot you are. Or does this blog attract would be masochists? LoL
And its interesting that the main contenders were all "newbies" to the outdoor blog scene. (What's up you oldies - all scaredy cats? Or been there done that already?)
Only one person managed to follow all the instructions to the letter. Well nearly. As the special e-mail hot line was only buzzing with activity when spammers spotted its existence (cheap viagra anyone - saves on tent poles apparently?)
But that aside - the spirit of the competition was observed to the full, and seems to have had its desired result in getting those involved to try something a little different on the outdoors theme. And have a bit of fun. Which was always the intention. And hopefully any discomfort that may have been experienced meant a few things were learnt for future occasions.
And so to the final results:
Mark over at lost-in-a-forest spent a relatively uneventful night at Cann Wood near Plymouth
A breakdown of his gear can be seen on his blog here; Mark's report on the outing can be found here and here. And this was the night's venue:
Total weight 1.454 kg (I just love that accuracy to 3 decimal places Mark!)
The jury particularly commended his creation of a new rucksack specifically for the challenge. And whilst applauding the innovative use of bin liners as waterproofs commented on the possibility of using them to double up as a groundsheet. And from the report provided he even managed most of a night's sleep.
And it was a night's sleep that seemed slightly more elusive for Gayle from M&G Go For A Walk dealing with the various wildlife to be found wandering past her night's pitch out on Cannock Chase.
A breakdown of Gayle's gear can be seen on here blog here and here with a report on the outing to be found here.
In this instance the jury commented on the tidiness of the gear on site, and the entrant's fortitude in sticking it out despite the rampant wildlife, and the tempting knowledge of a nice warm tent (and a nice warm partner?) in the vicinity.
Total weight 4.4 kg
There were other entries (well not a huge amount) but they were either abortive efforts or just a chance to give the bivvy approach a go without worrying about minimalist weight and a bit sneaky about the overnight accommodation
As to the general level of entry.
It was interesting that both the finalists were accompanied on their attempts by Podcast Bob's mp3 offerings. Highly suitable as he kindly provided the main prize a Nalgene Folding Canteen for this earlier in the year (and I happen to know he has the last few of these in stock - so grab them whilst they're still available)
And whilst the number of attempts reported to JH Towers was low (but highly select naturally) it was a noticeable increase on last year's entry (i.e. Nil) and has encouraged me to think about repeating this little game next year.
So any thoughts/feedback on how to improve it would be good. TGO challenge it will never be. But that's not the point here really. Is it now.
;-)
What's that? Who won? Oops nearly forgot. What a tease.
And the winner? Well you all were really. But in the end the Nalgene will be going to Mark, essentially for the lightest load.
But a special commendation prize will also be winging its way to Gayle - a copy of Ronald Turnbull's "The Book of The Bivvy"
Both prizes to be posted once this postal strike sorts itself out which will probably be after I return from next week's trip away in the wilds of Avon.
Bivvying? What in this weather? You must be kidding
;-)
Well done all - and thanks for your involvement in making this so much fun both for those involved, and those sat at home reading about it.
Nice one.Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Wednesday, October 3
Site update
Labels now added to the lower right hand links list. Saves hunting for that all essential stuff. Maybe.
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 2
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
Following on after Joe Simpson's 'Beckoning Silence' last week tomorrow's programme relates Douglas Mawson's 1912 Antarctic expedition (or more relevantly the failure of it) that resulted in his 315-mile trek sans his original companions, and most of the food.
I can't presently find out if there's any more of these daring-do tales to come, but the subject matter so far is well chosen, and if Simpson's offering is anything to go by, well put together.
Aren't we outdoorsy folk being spoilt at present
Labels: Fitness, Miscellaneous
Now! New added value blog trickery
More fiddling - there's now a real-time UK clock added to the right hand column to help you to work out 'When' you are.
UK time naturally.
Soon to come - the GPS tinkly bits to to help with 'Where' you are. Well perhaps not - lol.Labels: blog media
Joe Simpson on Surviving Till 40
No apologies for a follow up the JS piece to mention another of his on-line articles.
The git may be a year younger than me, but I'd bet I don't make nearly as many creaking noises as Mr S when I walk. And for me that is despite far too many years abusing motorcycles in some pretty foul weather/places.
That's mostly astride the bike concerned; Sometimes beneath it;
Ho hum. Never forget how to grow old. Rather disgracefully.Labels: books, Fitness, Miscellaneous
Joe Simpson & The Beckoning Silence - more good stuff
If like me you were glued to the Channel 4 TV last night, watching Joe Simpson's 'The Beckoning Silence' then there's a further treat in store.
Joe has a website for a number of years now, but updates have been very infrequent. Which is a shame as I've read most of his work that I've been able to get me hands on. Always thoughtful and entertaining despite some extremely difficult subject matter at times.
So if you want Joe's personal slant on what was involved in filming TBS he's provided a film diary HERE. Its a long piece. But that's great as far as I'm concerned as its all highly entertaining and includes such teasing topics as - 'Swiss dogging', 'the joys of Erika the make up lady', 'a case for Bryan Adams knackers and a catapult', 'Helicopter Long Lining for beginners' and finally 'How not to get a poker school up and running'.
Highly recommended.
And the Daily Telegraph has an interview with Joe discussing his tender approach to child care. Well sort of.
Surely time for another book please Joe?Labels: books
Sunday, October 21
Holmsley Enclosure - Deer, Dog; Dog, Deer;
A Sunday afternoon stroll around Holmsley Enclosure in the New Forest.
Two minutes after a couple of noisy cyclists passed me by I happened upon this young stag in the middle of the forest track. The wind direction meant that the dog and the deer were didn't spot each other, giving me time to snap this with my mobile phone camera (hence the low quality)
Predictably the collie's reliance on nose over sight once again allowing me a brief glimpse of the local wildlife in an otherwise busy area.Labels: New Forest
Blog move
Bearded Git, never one to stay in any single place too long it appears (makes a harder target?) has moved his blog yet again to here
At this rate I'll be making a small charge for all the blogsite link re-editing. Somewhere around the price of a pint methinks
;-)Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, October 20
Joe Simpson's new film - an exclusive viewing
......or at least that's what I thought at the time. But wait I'm getting slightly ahead of myself here.
Yes I'm back after a week in the semi-tamed wilderness better known as Liverpool. A city with oodles of civic initiatives and a population glowing with local pride. Just a pity that every sentence that I heard uttered in the city centre precincts seemed to be constructed around the use of the word F**k. At least once. But mostly repeated as a easy alternative to any other adjective.
And after my recent jaunt to the Bath/Bristol area, home of the Big Issue publication, Liverpool took the prize for the most number of BI sellers within the shortest distance. Affluence and poverty visible side by side. One street full of new shops and bright shiny places to spend money. The next blighted with decayed shopfronts and derelict buildings.
On my journey home via Manchester Airport, browsing W H Smith's for some light relief I managed to pick up October's issue of Cumbria "Lakeland's Favourite Magazine". A bonus as I usually only get to read this when I'm visiting the Lake District.
Oooooo! Inside a competition to win tickets to the big-screen film premiere in November at the Kendal Mountain Festival. A follow-up to 'Touching The Void' - 'The Beckoning Silence' adapted from Joe Simpson’s book, and created by the same team. A long shot maybe but my entry was completed and posted first thing this morning. After the hassle I had tracking down a viewing of TTV here in the deep south I was a little hopeful that this time I could not only see the film on its first showing, (isn't that what a premiere is?) but also get to see Joe Simpson 'in the flesh' on one of his rare public appearances.
So entry duly posted off early today. Fingers crossed. Because a win would be sufficient reason to stump-up the £150+ cost involved to travel to the festival.
Then later I catch up with the 'net news to find both Weird Darren and a thread on the Outdoors Magic forum casually mentioning that the "exclusive" will be shown a month ahead of the festival on Channel 4 on the evening of Mon 22 Oct.
So I guess that means that the premiere rating relates to the "big-screen" element. Shucks - a little disingenuous.
Never mind. Fingers still firmly crossed anyway.Labels: blog media, Lake District
Monday, October 15
Blog fame, or blog purgatory
I couldn't go wthout noting this one........
If you had 968 comments (as of earlier this evening) in response to one single post you'd think that the blogger concerned had hit the jackpot. Surely tapped into a real subject for discussion?
But somehow I think this particular example isn't one that the Harvey Goldsmith is that exuberabant about.Labels: blog media
A bit of a break
Well another break away from home as business takes me to a large northern city for the rest of the week, where I suspect my walking opportunities will be somewhat limited.
But then again. Where there's a will .......
;-)
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way (cont)
It was with some irritation I hit the footpath on the morning of Saturday October 5th, slightly ahead of a single horse rider who had just left the field attached to an adjacent bungalow.
I kept a good stomp up from the outset in an attempt to not impede their progress, and they quickly fell away behind me. Well as I said on the last post, the path was narrow in places. And as to why I didn’t wait for them to go ahead? Well ever tried following a horse for any distance? I’m all for smells of the countryside, but its nice to have the choice, rather than have it made for you.
Half a mile further along I swung onto an interconnecting Public Footpath, off the bridleway, ready to cross two fields towards a local road. Part of the 45 minute figure-of-eight route many locals have used for years - indeed footpaths that had been adopted by myself to safeguard their continued availability. So one in which I have a vested interest of care.
At a suitable point I stopped. Partly to pause and roll a cigarette in the morning sunshine. Partly to catch my breath after the early start to the stomp. But mostly I was curious to see what the rider would do next.
For I Had My Suspicions.
This path bordered crop fields and often carries traces of hoove prints, but to date there has never been any sign of the creators.
On this occasion my curiosity was rewarded as after a couple of minutes the rider turned off the bridleway to follow my own footsteps. She called to me as she rode up, seeking to bypass me and and go ahead. I suspect in part irritated herself that her daily ride had already been disrupted in some small way by my presence. A passing conversation then engaged as she cantered up and past me. I politely pointing out that the path (or more precisely the part of the field that she was now crossing) was off the Bridleway and had the status of a Public Footpath. This was countered with her argument as to why I was therefore using the path with two dogs!
What?
Oh what fun that comment sparked off as I chose my next words carefully and still most politely pointed out that myself and the dogs had every right to use the path. However she and her horse did not. And that if she wished to debate the differences concerning the statutory usage of Footpath V Bridleway I was more than happy to do so in detail having made myself aware of the key distinctions as part of my footpath adoption role.
Predictably her canter then broke into a gallop on across the field, but with a parting shot to the effect "Well I’m not hurting anybody doing this".
Of course the dear lady was correct in her own way, and seemed sure that her viewpoint was acceptable. This was a mature local adult rider, not some child from the local riding stable on an hour’s rental ride, unsure of their route, but trying to use bluster to cover up their lack of knowledge.
Later on, as I completed the loop of my walk, I again met the rider crossing the road as she re-entered her field. Her ride now complete. But there was a pointed aversion of the eyes, a refusal to recognise the presence of the dogs or myself. Must have been the traffic I guess? Or then again maybe not.
So was my action mean minded or petty to the extreme? And was she indeed correct in her assertion about her harmless action?
Better to ask the farmer whose crops are repeatedly trampled each year by repeated horse crossings, avoiding the narrow path that the pedestrians keep to along the the narrow strip of field edge.
And then during the wetter weather over the winter months ask the pedestrian trying to use this muddy path despite it now being churned up by the persistent use of heavy iron shoes.
But most of all ask the future users.
Because without recording this incident here any future attempt to get this footpath upgraded to a bridleway would be successful on the grounds that ‘usage is allowed as no one had ever had cause to complain’.
Well in this instance I did. And this is a formal statement of fact. One to which the Dorset County Council Rights Of Way Officer will be pointed in case of future questions as to accustomed usage.
For we all share the countryside. Mostly on a fair basis. But in some cases pressure groups will take advantage of poorly organised, or poorly informed groups despite any numerical supremacy. And those that care are often disheartened by the antics of those that do not, but expect the guardianship of such rights to be there at their whim.
This is nothing "serious" like a wind farm erection or closure of footpaths across private property. Just a single example of one walker making a stand, based on watching a public review hijacked by a minority interest. Standing up to prevent the rights of the many being ridden over roughshod. And please forgive the pun.
In my own little piece of the world it’s not a situation that I will sit back and allow to happen again now I understand more about the process and the spirit of the law.
And to balance this out a little. The New Forest, with miles of good bridleways and uninterrupted open land is a few miles down the road. Like the horse rider I use this particular route when time is short. But personally I prefer the open Forest land.
The riders of this locality however seem to be a little less flexible in their choice of trips out. Maybe.Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way
An oft-overlooked feature of this Internet gizmo is its use as a historic record.
True how enduring, or more importantly how permanent, it eventually turns out to be is very much a tale that has yet to be told. But as a means to document cultural and contemporary context it has undoubtedly expanded the ability of Joe Public to join in on that game previously enjoyed only by those with access within the traditional communication medias.
It can be hacked, spammed, and at times use for misinformation or even downright lies and libel. But an educated reader is able to collate a variety of views on a topic, sift the evidence, and then use their own intellect and experience to form a relatively well informed opinion outside of the normal information controls. And now this is done so very quickly (e.g. the recent protest in Burma)
But why my reflection at this moment in time?
Back in the 1990s I adopted a number of local footpaths. A central and local government initiatives were inviting members of the public to monitor and report on the state of local rights of way, and by their regular use ensure that such paths would continue to be available for all, rather than subject to future legal challenges to close or reroute them.
On the whole its been an easy task, with the local council taking note of any path blockages, usually fallen trees, and resolving them.
But one of these routes at the southern end of the Avon Valley Footpath as it moves towards Christchurch and bordering a dormitory estate, was the centre of a change of use a few years back. In places a narrow rise ‘n dip dirt track. Bounded by a small tree lined ditch on one side, and a tall earth bank forming the edge of the field border above. The path barely wide enough for two people to pass by without one giving way. A dirt track amongst the nettles basically.
But despite this, and with concerted lobbying by the local horse riding fraternity, backed by their national organisation, the public review process determined that this path should be upgraded to a Public Bridleway.
Now I’ve no issue with this where the path is suitable for shared pedestrian and horse traffic. But in this case the width of the path just would not permit it. At the public assessment much was made of prior usage made of the path by horse riders, despite little actual factual evidence to back it up. Furthermore the inspector's assessment of the path’s suitability for mixed traffic concluded somehow that the path width was acceptable.
As a result whilst out for a quiet stroll with the collies I’ve had occasions when I’ve been faced with rider(s) cantering straight down the path towards me. My only escape route a muddy ditch. And at times some brusque manners from the horse gentry who seem to have dropped their Ps & Qs like the large piles up steaming dung that now have to be avoided (Why it is dog shit is Bad, but horse shit is Good, when both are found on a country footpath?)
More to come on why a seemingly trivial incident has a value all its own. Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
Sunday, October 14
Traveller’s Travails – A cure for HomeSickness?
Surely the art of good writing is to achieve that elusive link betwixt writer and reader, to evoke a shared recognition of the human condition?
"Experience has taught me that when home sickness strikes I can either allow my mind to fester on it, or busy myself with other things"
An innocuous comment in Cameron McNeish ‘Wild Connection’ piece in November’s TGO magazine (extracted from "The Wilderness World of Cameron McNeish") But something that chimed a chord with my own particular experience.
An insignificant thought on the face of it, but a subject with the ability to destroy the enjoyment of an outdoors trip. Something that is rarely covered in the annals of outdoor writing usually covering daring-do feats in wild and oft foreign places. But with the increased ease to communicate via mobile phones one that can strike without warning.
I wouldn’t regard myself as that widely travelled. Over the years I’ve visited cultures in the USA, North Africa, and much of the Mediterranean. Fleeting sorties mostly. Enough to value the differences, and celebrate the commonality cross humanity. But at time the cultural differences can make one feel very much a stranger in a strange land.
Over recent years, busily raising a family, my trips away from home have mostly been within the UK. And with it a realisation that whilst travel does indeed broaden the mind, it’s more the act of removing oneself from the security blanket of home and the familiar that is at the heart of creating a traveller. An individual moving through life, anonymous for the most part amongst fellow humans busy with their normal day to day tasks.
Stuck in an anonymous hotel on the other side of the world for weeks on end, homesickness is a recognisable and accepted symptom. One of not belonging. Of being an outsider. Even when part of a group, and to some extent seemingly more insulated from the local culture, who amongst us have not lain awake at 4 a.m. body clock still tuned in to the noise of a background life still murmuring thousands of miles away. The ears automatically straining for those recognisable familiar sounds. The gurgle of the deep freeze unit; the snuffle of dogs moving in their sleep in the kitchen below. The distinctive tick of a favourite clock.
Those oh so minor background noises that suddenly seem to take on an intensely personal value. And then the understanding of this detached loneliness kick in. The mind unprepared for the sudden onrush of an unfamiliar emotion. The sudden desire to be far away from here - to be back amongst the familiar. Even to desire that tedium whilst instinctively understanding that its attraction will swiftly pall once again and be the catalyst for escape once more.
Homesickness will strike anywhere and at the strangest times. It’s not the distance from home that is the cause, although the stranger the surroundings, the more intense a catalyst. Or perhaps the expectation in a remote land provides some form of preparatory safeguard to watch out for the signs.
Perhaps it’s more an understanding that there is to be a semi-permanent separation from one’s chosen existence. An emotional mini-death of sorts? An exclusion.
I once had such an onrush barely five hours into train trip northwards at the sight of mother talking with her young children, despite my own being very much older, and ones that were bade farewell only that morning.
And despite increasing age/maturity along with degree of security of place and emotional stability, the feeling can still sneak up on my blind side and strike deep at times. And then, on some trips – totally unaffected.
How then to deal with it for those of us who need to escape the day to day routines? Especially those of us who travel solo, and as such will always be an outsider amongst the social cliques that form whenever more than a couple of people come together?
In my experience the first step is to recognise the feeling exists, and that it is a normal reaction, no matter whatever the trigger (in my case music is usually the cause) When that feeling wells up, accept it for what it is, don’t bother to dig into it, but gently acknowledge its existence, and then lay it to one side.
And then, as Cameron succinctly advises, don’t fester, get busy.
However minor the activity chosen, within minutes that emotion termed ‘homesickness’ drifts back to wherever it came from. It’s an approach that’s never failed me.
After the first attempt to break out into my consciousness any further outbreaks are somehow minimised to less subjective circumstances becoming more a reminder of the circumstance that describes my own existence. My basis for personal existence and community. A sort of comparative benchmark to check my frame of mind and acceptance of personal circumstance.
Surprisingly I’ve never had this feeling when wildcamping alone, far from others. But find it can especially strike when part of an enforced community. Such as leaving a strange pub, those within all familiar with their fellows and belonging, and myself leaving alone to go out into the darkness as I leave.
Or perhaps staying at a YHA, once an opportunity to meet fellow solo travellers, passing through from here to there; But these days so it seems, self contained groups safely insulated in their established inter-relational dynamics and thereby effectively excluding meaningful interaction with others that they meet.
So thanks Cameron for bringing this subject out into the open, where it can be recognised, examined, catalogued, and then put safely away in the box marked ‘Traveller’s Self-Help Kit’. Labels: Mental Health, TGO Magazine
Saturday, October 13
New Podcast & Love in a Tent Blog
Well it had to come. One of those dashed outdoor bloggers finally managed to link up a love of the outdoors with another passion (better look away now youngsters) S-E-X. The result - a book teasingly called Sex In A Tent.
Well Podcast Bob has thought it worthy enough of a podcast, and listening to author and blogger Michelle Waitzman it definitely sounds like she's carefully and tastefully considered a whole new angle on recreational activity outdoors. More than that I can't say at this time, the book not yet being available in the UK. But sounds interesting.
Whilst listening to the piece earlier today I was mulling over in the darker recesses of my mind (possibly a very apt location?) thinking over any of my own 'misdeeds' whilst out camping or backpacking.
Since Mrs H's motorcycle misadventures many years ago all my camping has been solo, especially when wildcamping. So any similarly themed excitement I can think of would, I suspect, have minimal appeal to those of you reading this. Solo that is.
And to be honest after a long day of backpacking, and the fell top wind and rain whistling past my ears my romantic inclinations are, to be blunt, nil.
But then I recalled an occasion many many years ago............
A hot and sultry summer day had been spent idly encamped near a secluded tarn, with an occasional dip to cool down. I'd not seen another walker for a couple of days now, and as darkness fell I cooked my evening meal, clothes unneccessary as the day's heat continued into the night.
As a result I remained firmly seated as an unexpected visitor suddenly appeared having ascended the narrow track behind my tent.
Our eyes exchanged glances as we said our hellos. I could tell from the way her gaze lingered longingly on my lap, my nudity sparingly covered by the plate and my meal remains, that I had something that she wanted. Perhaps needed. Her intention was clear.
I was, I admit, intrigued. For after many days alone in these hills contact with another was taken at face value, a welcome intrusion into my long term solitude.
She moved towards me breathing expectantly, eyes still feasting on my tanned limbs. And then her head slowly rubbed against my bare arm, and then my naked chest, moving downwards.
Gulp. What was I to do?
Submit to this stranger's desires, or protest and prepare to defend my honour?
There was no one else around. No likelihood of we two being surprised. Two strangers meeting in an unremarkable place. Ships in the night.
As her head continued to move still lower still my mind whirled with possibilities until something suddenly snapped me from this hypnotic revery and I firmly pushed her head away.
"No!" I shouted. "This can never be. It Must Not Happen".
For after all this had been my meal. And no bloody sheep was going to snaffle the tail end of my potato mash, no matter what the circumstances. Or how stunnng they may have looked after too long alone.
;-)
The podcast can be found here:
Sex
In A Tent
Download MP3 FileLabels: blog media
Bath. A visit amongst walking cornucopia?
When looking for new walking country the area around Bath was not one that had readily sprung to mind before. Seemingly rather too associated with the urban sprawl that is Bristol, the city of Bath has poured itself across the hollow surrounded by a ring of low lying hills. Not big hills you understand. But significant enough that my memories of previous visits all seem to start with a steep descent downwards to the city centre. Not a place for learner drivers worried by car hill starts and sliding clutch mastery.
I’ve stayed here a couple of times in the past, and travelled through literally scores of times on trips to Cornwall pre the building of the M5 motorway. But previous trips were all centre based for urban duties. And as a result I’d learnt two lessons about Bath.
Firstly. Almost without exception the centre shops seemed geared-up to the tourist trade, especially at the wealthier end of foreign tourist market. Or more accurately geared-up to fleece the unwary.
It seemed at one time that the free spending American or Japanese visitor drove the retailers of the city. Part of that grand tour that so delights a London based foreign traveller on a fixed schedule. To "do" the city of the Roman Spa bath, and more lately the Jane Austin heritage trail, usually via the pitiful stones of Stonehenge. Which as tasters of "real" English history are all piss poor examples, but probably a good grounding in what to expect as they shoot north via the Cotswolds for a flying visit to Stratford-upon-Avon, to "do" Shakespeare, and then off to Oxford before a return to the airport home having assimilated the key to the English psyche oh so well.
Or perhaps not. Eh?
As a result spending time in Bath could never be regarded as a cheap venture until one learns to avoid the shops and pay-to-view tourist hot spots, but instead enjoys for free such places as the Royal Crescent and the rest of the copious and still outstandingly remarkable Georgian architectural heritage. To walk amongst the outlying city streets beyond the main High Street area is simple to achieve, doesn’t need to cover any huge distances and is a simple way to get under the skin of those long dead architects whose legacy stands still so vibrant. And all for the price of a comfortable pair of walking shoes and an eye open to the feel for land, space and expressions of wealth and status.
Secondly, and I guess related to the first point, parking in Bath Is Not Cheap. Even when using the perimeter car parks - £8 for a five hour daytime visit anyone? Once again a reason to leave the car beyond the centre and use walking to explore at a leisurely pace those open spaces and back street architectural jewels often overlooked by the coach party visitor.
But this was the first time I’d both stayed outside the centre and remained for more than a few fleeting days. And I was pleasantly surprised by the extent of the green gaps separating Bath and Bristol. Not as expected the endless urban sprawl of a Bristol/Bath conurbation, but an area packed with many small and thriving villages along with the newer dormitory estates. A steady mix of village, and open countryside once away from the main A4 feeder route. Most of the villages, still remaining small, appear to be thriving, if their success can be based in the number of local pubs that still remain available to each area. And based on those conversations I heard around me local life still retains a predominantly rural outlook, despite their geographical position pincered between the two large population centres.
As the area’s OS map revealed with minimal research, the network of local footpaths is extremely rich. Add in the recent additions of more recent formal trails such as The Cotswold Way & Monarch Way, and the opportunity for a variety of almost inexhaustible circular day jaunts along country paths, with convenient lunchtime pub stops is easily achieved. Or perhaps a few linear routes with connecting local transport to return to the start?
For us, a local meander up to the viewpoint of Prospect Stile (OS Explorer 155: GR 713 684) taking in local footpaths near our holiday accommodation and passing along ancient hedgerows.
Onto the Cotswold Way as we left Bath Racecourse down to a fine ridge walk looking out over western Bath, in the distance the sight of hot air balloons being launched, slowly climbing up over the outskirts of Bath for their short flights in the sunlight. Making their way across the Avon valley.
And finally a short climb to the heady height of 218 m as we touched the small copse sitting atop Kelston Round Hill (OS Explorer 155: GR 710 676) There to sit and look across the wide panorama southwards, the Severn Bridge towers glinting in the afternoon sun, the Welsh hills rising darkly beyond, before an easy descent down to the pub and a return home.
Panorama? Now there’s a word I wouldn’t previously have associated with urban areas in the south of England (unless you include cliff top views of unending English Channel) And whilst the views were not of fellside peaks and deep valleys, the variety of landscape on offer is easily achieved at a fraction of the effort I’d normally expect. A genteel way to walk and then quietly watch the world unfold below. And still be home for tea.
Bath, as I mentioned at the outset, not an area that readily springs to mind for walking. But possibly one that is a well kept secret? Or perhaps just too easily overlooked by those of us who normally look for their walking challenge in those areas free from human habitation.
But with a little lateral thinking, the inherent variability of this landscape with its features and local antiquities, plus an enviable rights of way network, seem a distinct advantage for short breaks during those winter months and only a short distance from home.
A landscape that calls for future exploration I suspect.
Sunday, October 7
Balloon over Bath
Friday, October 5
A parting shot -Blog Action Day and the M62
Before I disappear off for a week, here's a couple of sites worth a thought.
2007 Blog Action Day has been organised by a core team of bloggers for October 15.
The aim - "In its inaugural year, Blog Action Day will be co-ordinating bloggers to tackle the issue of the environment by .....Publish a post on their blog which relates to an issue of their own choice pertaining to the environment .....and/or .....commit to donating their day’s advertising earnings to an environmental charity of their choice"
And as a complete contrast John Davies (a vicar of a small parish I believe) is Walking the M62
"I am currently walking the M62 motorway corridor, Hull back to Liverpool. Because I hope to learn to listen, because I hope to learn to see".
Most journey's have a objective. This is one of the more obtuse that I've come across, but possibly as valid as the LEJOG, in its own way? Labels: blog media, walks
Hip-pack Competition 2007 - Grand Awards
Plans to hire a major London venue for the grand prize winning were thrown into disarray by some 70s band (anyone remember Led Zep?) booking the venue. And thanks for asking but NO I didn't manage to get a ticket. Guess Knebworth '79 will have to be my last memory of them in full on rampage - sigh)
But to the task in hand. The final awards.
Despite flaky interest during the sunny and hot sultry nights of the year it seems all entrants decided that waiting for long dark and colder nights make more sense for ultra ultra lightweight camping.
Right. What a logical lot you are. Or does this blog attract would be masochists? LoL
And its interesting that the main contenders were all "newbies" to the outdoor blog scene. (What's up you oldies - all scaredy cats? Or been there done that already?)
Only one person managed to follow all the instructions to the letter. Well nearly. As the special e-mail hot line was only buzzing with activity when spammers spotted its existence (cheap viagra anyone - saves on tent poles apparently?)
But that aside - the spirit of the competition was observed to the full, and seems to have had its desired result in getting those involved to try something a little different on the outdoors theme. And have a bit of fun. Which was always the intention. And hopefully any discomfort that may have been experienced meant a few things were learnt for future occasions.
And so to the final results:
Mark over at lost-in-a-forest spent a relatively uneventful night at Cann Wood near Plymouth
A breakdown of his gear can be seen on his blog here; Mark's report on the outing can be found here and here. And this was the night's venue:
Total weight 1.454 kg (I just love that accuracy to 3 decimal places Mark!)
The jury particularly commended his creation of a new rucksack specifically for the challenge. And whilst applauding the innovative use of bin liners as waterproofs commented on the possibility of using them to double up as a groundsheet. And from the report provided he even managed most of a night's sleep.
And it was a night's sleep that seemed slightly more elusive for Gayle from M&G Go For A Walk dealing with the various wildlife to be found wandering past her night's pitch out on Cannock Chase.
A breakdown of Gayle's gear can be seen on here blog here and here with a report on the outing to be found here.
In this instance the jury commented on the tidiness of the gear on site, and the entrant's fortitude in sticking it out despite the rampant wildlife, and the tempting knowledge of a nice warm tent (and a nice warm partner?) in the vicinity.
Total weight 4.4 kg
There were other entries (well not a huge amount) but they were either abortive efforts or just a chance to give the bivvy approach a go without worrying about minimalist weight and a bit sneaky about the overnight accommodation
As to the general level of entry.
It was interesting that both the finalists were accompanied on their attempts by Podcast Bob's mp3 offerings. Highly suitable as he kindly provided the main prize a Nalgene Folding Canteen for this earlier in the year (and I happen to know he has the last few of these in stock - so grab them whilst they're still available)
And whilst the number of attempts reported to JH Towers was low (but highly select naturally) it was a noticeable increase on last year's entry (i.e. Nil) and has encouraged me to think about repeating this little game next year.
So any thoughts/feedback on how to improve it would be good. TGO challenge it will never be. But that's not the point here really. Is it now.
;-)
What's that? Who won? Oops nearly forgot. What a tease.
And the winner? Well you all were really. But in the end the Nalgene will be going to Mark, essentially for the lightest load.
But a special commendation prize will also be winging its way to Gayle - a copy of Ronald Turnbull's "The Book of The Bivvy"
Both prizes to be posted once this postal strike sorts itself out which will probably be after I return from next week's trip away in the wilds of Avon.
Bivvying? What in this weather? You must be kidding
;-)
Well done all - and thanks for your involvement in making this so much fun both for those involved, and those sat at home reading about it.
Nice one.Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Wednesday, October 3
Site update
Labels now added to the lower right hand links list. Saves hunting for that all essential stuff. Maybe.
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 2
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
UK time naturally.
Soon to come - the GPS tinkly bits to to help with 'Where' you are. Well perhaps not - lol.
Labels: blog media
Joe Simpson on Surviving Till 40
No apologies for a follow up the JS piece to mention another of his on-line articles.
The git may be a year younger than me, but I'd bet I don't make nearly as many creaking noises as Mr S when I walk. And for me that is despite far too many years abusing motorcycles in some pretty foul weather/places.
That's mostly astride the bike concerned; Sometimes beneath it;
Ho hum. Never forget how to grow old. Rather disgracefully.Labels: books, Fitness, Miscellaneous
Joe Simpson & The Beckoning Silence - more good stuff
If like me you were glued to the Channel 4 TV last night, watching Joe Simpson's 'The Beckoning Silence' then there's a further treat in store.
Joe has a website for a number of years now, but updates have been very infrequent. Which is a shame as I've read most of his work that I've been able to get me hands on. Always thoughtful and entertaining despite some extremely difficult subject matter at times.
So if you want Joe's personal slant on what was involved in filming TBS he's provided a film diary HERE. Its a long piece. But that's great as far as I'm concerned as its all highly entertaining and includes such teasing topics as - 'Swiss dogging', 'the joys of Erika the make up lady', 'a case for Bryan Adams knackers and a catapult', 'Helicopter Long Lining for beginners' and finally 'How not to get a poker school up and running'.
Highly recommended.
And the Daily Telegraph has an interview with Joe discussing his tender approach to child care. Well sort of.
Surely time for another book please Joe?Labels: books
Sunday, October 21
Holmsley Enclosure - Deer, Dog; Dog, Deer;
A Sunday afternoon stroll around Holmsley Enclosure in the New Forest.
Two minutes after a couple of noisy cyclists passed me by I happened upon this young stag in the middle of the forest track. The wind direction meant that the dog and the deer were didn't spot each other, giving me time to snap this with my mobile phone camera (hence the low quality)
Predictably the collie's reliance on nose over sight once again allowing me a brief glimpse of the local wildlife in an otherwise busy area.Labels: New Forest
Blog move
Bearded Git, never one to stay in any single place too long it appears (makes a harder target?) has moved his blog yet again to here
At this rate I'll be making a small charge for all the blogsite link re-editing. Somewhere around the price of a pint methinks
;-)Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, October 20
Joe Simpson's new film - an exclusive viewing
......or at least that's what I thought at the time. But wait I'm getting slightly ahead of myself here.
Yes I'm back after a week in the semi-tamed wilderness better known as Liverpool. A city with oodles of civic initiatives and a population glowing with local pride. Just a pity that every sentence that I heard uttered in the city centre precincts seemed to be constructed around the use of the word F**k. At least once. But mostly repeated as a easy alternative to any other adjective.
And after my recent jaunt to the Bath/Bristol area, home of the Big Issue publication, Liverpool took the prize for the most number of BI sellers within the shortest distance. Affluence and poverty visible side by side. One street full of new shops and bright shiny places to spend money. The next blighted with decayed shopfronts and derelict buildings.
On my journey home via Manchester Airport, browsing W H Smith's for some light relief I managed to pick up October's issue of Cumbria "Lakeland's Favourite Magazine". A bonus as I usually only get to read this when I'm visiting the Lake District.
Oooooo! Inside a competition to win tickets to the big-screen film premiere in November at the Kendal Mountain Festival. A follow-up to 'Touching The Void' - 'The Beckoning Silence' adapted from Joe Simpson’s book, and created by the same team. A long shot maybe but my entry was completed and posted first thing this morning. After the hassle I had tracking down a viewing of TTV here in the deep south I was a little hopeful that this time I could not only see the film on its first showing, (isn't that what a premiere is?) but also get to see Joe Simpson 'in the flesh' on one of his rare public appearances.
So entry duly posted off early today. Fingers crossed. Because a win would be sufficient reason to stump-up the £150+ cost involved to travel to the festival.
Then later I catch up with the 'net news to find both Weird Darren and a thread on the Outdoors Magic forum casually mentioning that the "exclusive" will be shown a month ahead of the festival on Channel 4 on the evening of Mon 22 Oct.
So I guess that means that the premiere rating relates to the "big-screen" element. Shucks - a little disingenuous.
Never mind. Fingers still firmly crossed anyway.Labels: blog media, Lake District
Monday, October 15
Blog fame, or blog purgatory
I couldn't go wthout noting this one........
If you had 968 comments (as of earlier this evening) in response to one single post you'd think that the blogger concerned had hit the jackpot. Surely tapped into a real subject for discussion?
But somehow I think this particular example isn't one that the Harvey Goldsmith is that exuberabant about.Labels: blog media
A bit of a break
Well another break away from home as business takes me to a large northern city for the rest of the week, where I suspect my walking opportunities will be somewhat limited.
But then again. Where there's a will .......
;-)
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way (cont)
It was with some irritation I hit the footpath on the morning of Saturday October 5th, slightly ahead of a single horse rider who had just left the field attached to an adjacent bungalow.
I kept a good stomp up from the outset in an attempt to not impede their progress, and they quickly fell away behind me. Well as I said on the last post, the path was narrow in places. And as to why I didn’t wait for them to go ahead? Well ever tried following a horse for any distance? I’m all for smells of the countryside, but its nice to have the choice, rather than have it made for you.
Half a mile further along I swung onto an interconnecting Public Footpath, off the bridleway, ready to cross two fields towards a local road. Part of the 45 minute figure-of-eight route many locals have used for years - indeed footpaths that had been adopted by myself to safeguard their continued availability. So one in which I have a vested interest of care.
At a suitable point I stopped. Partly to pause and roll a cigarette in the morning sunshine. Partly to catch my breath after the early start to the stomp. But mostly I was curious to see what the rider would do next.
For I Had My Suspicions.
This path bordered crop fields and often carries traces of hoove prints, but to date there has never been any sign of the creators.
On this occasion my curiosity was rewarded as after a couple of minutes the rider turned off the bridleway to follow my own footsteps. She called to me as she rode up, seeking to bypass me and and go ahead. I suspect in part irritated herself that her daily ride had already been disrupted in some small way by my presence. A passing conversation then engaged as she cantered up and past me. I politely pointing out that the path (or more precisely the part of the field that she was now crossing) was off the Bridleway and had the status of a Public Footpath. This was countered with her argument as to why I was therefore using the path with two dogs!
What?
Oh what fun that comment sparked off as I chose my next words carefully and still most politely pointed out that myself and the dogs had every right to use the path. However she and her horse did not. And that if she wished to debate the differences concerning the statutory usage of Footpath V Bridleway I was more than happy to do so in detail having made myself aware of the key distinctions as part of my footpath adoption role.
Predictably her canter then broke into a gallop on across the field, but with a parting shot to the effect "Well I’m not hurting anybody doing this".
Of course the dear lady was correct in her own way, and seemed sure that her viewpoint was acceptable. This was a mature local adult rider, not some child from the local riding stable on an hour’s rental ride, unsure of their route, but trying to use bluster to cover up their lack of knowledge.
Later on, as I completed the loop of my walk, I again met the rider crossing the road as she re-entered her field. Her ride now complete. But there was a pointed aversion of the eyes, a refusal to recognise the presence of the dogs or myself. Must have been the traffic I guess? Or then again maybe not.
So was my action mean minded or petty to the extreme? And was she indeed correct in her assertion about her harmless action?
Better to ask the farmer whose crops are repeatedly trampled each year by repeated horse crossings, avoiding the narrow path that the pedestrians keep to along the the narrow strip of field edge.
And then during the wetter weather over the winter months ask the pedestrian trying to use this muddy path despite it now being churned up by the persistent use of heavy iron shoes.
But most of all ask the future users.
Because without recording this incident here any future attempt to get this footpath upgraded to a bridleway would be successful on the grounds that ‘usage is allowed as no one had ever had cause to complain’.
Well in this instance I did. And this is a formal statement of fact. One to which the Dorset County Council Rights Of Way Officer will be pointed in case of future questions as to accustomed usage.
For we all share the countryside. Mostly on a fair basis. But in some cases pressure groups will take advantage of poorly organised, or poorly informed groups despite any numerical supremacy. And those that care are often disheartened by the antics of those that do not, but expect the guardianship of such rights to be there at their whim.
This is nothing "serious" like a wind farm erection or closure of footpaths across private property. Just a single example of one walker making a stand, based on watching a public review hijacked by a minority interest. Standing up to prevent the rights of the many being ridden over roughshod. And please forgive the pun.
In my own little piece of the world it’s not a situation that I will sit back and allow to happen again now I understand more about the process and the spirit of the law.
And to balance this out a little. The New Forest, with miles of good bridleways and uninterrupted open land is a few miles down the road. Like the horse rider I use this particular route when time is short. But personally I prefer the open Forest land.
The riders of this locality however seem to be a little less flexible in their choice of trips out. Maybe.Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way
An oft-overlooked feature of this Internet gizmo is its use as a historic record.
True how enduring, or more importantly how permanent, it eventually turns out to be is very much a tale that has yet to be told. But as a means to document cultural and contemporary context it has undoubtedly expanded the ability of Joe Public to join in on that game previously enjoyed only by those with access within the traditional communication medias.
It can be hacked, spammed, and at times use for misinformation or even downright lies and libel. But an educated reader is able to collate a variety of views on a topic, sift the evidence, and then use their own intellect and experience to form a relatively well informed opinion outside of the normal information controls. And now this is done so very quickly (e.g. the recent protest in Burma)
But why my reflection at this moment in time?
Back in the 1990s I adopted a number of local footpaths. A central and local government initiatives were inviting members of the public to monitor and report on the state of local rights of way, and by their regular use ensure that such paths would continue to be available for all, rather than subject to future legal challenges to close or reroute them.
On the whole its been an easy task, with the local council taking note of any path blockages, usually fallen trees, and resolving them.
But one of these routes at the southern end of the Avon Valley Footpath as it moves towards Christchurch and bordering a dormitory estate, was the centre of a change of use a few years back. In places a narrow rise ‘n dip dirt track. Bounded by a small tree lined ditch on one side, and a tall earth bank forming the edge of the field border above. The path barely wide enough for two people to pass by without one giving way. A dirt track amongst the nettles basically.
But despite this, and with concerted lobbying by the local horse riding fraternity, backed by their national organisation, the public review process determined that this path should be upgraded to a Public Bridleway.
Now I’ve no issue with this where the path is suitable for shared pedestrian and horse traffic. But in this case the width of the path just would not permit it. At the public assessment much was made of prior usage made of the path by horse riders, despite little actual factual evidence to back it up. Furthermore the inspector's assessment of the path’s suitability for mixed traffic concluded somehow that the path width was acceptable.
As a result whilst out for a quiet stroll with the collies I’ve had occasions when I’ve been faced with rider(s) cantering straight down the path towards me. My only escape route a muddy ditch. And at times some brusque manners from the horse gentry who seem to have dropped their Ps & Qs like the large piles up steaming dung that now have to be avoided (Why it is dog shit is Bad, but horse shit is Good, when both are found on a country footpath?)
More to come on why a seemingly trivial incident has a value all its own. Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
Sunday, October 14
Traveller’s Travails – A cure for HomeSickness?
Surely the art of good writing is to achieve that elusive link betwixt writer and reader, to evoke a shared recognition of the human condition?
"Experience has taught me that when home sickness strikes I can either allow my mind to fester on it, or busy myself with other things"
An innocuous comment in Cameron McNeish ‘Wild Connection’ piece in November’s TGO magazine (extracted from "The Wilderness World of Cameron McNeish") But something that chimed a chord with my own particular experience.
An insignificant thought on the face of it, but a subject with the ability to destroy the enjoyment of an outdoors trip. Something that is rarely covered in the annals of outdoor writing usually covering daring-do feats in wild and oft foreign places. But with the increased ease to communicate via mobile phones one that can strike without warning.
I wouldn’t regard myself as that widely travelled. Over the years I’ve visited cultures in the USA, North Africa, and much of the Mediterranean. Fleeting sorties mostly. Enough to value the differences, and celebrate the commonality cross humanity. But at time the cultural differences can make one feel very much a stranger in a strange land.
Over recent years, busily raising a family, my trips away from home have mostly been within the UK. And with it a realisation that whilst travel does indeed broaden the mind, it’s more the act of removing oneself from the security blanket of home and the familiar that is at the heart of creating a traveller. An individual moving through life, anonymous for the most part amongst fellow humans busy with their normal day to day tasks.
Stuck in an anonymous hotel on the other side of the world for weeks on end, homesickness is a recognisable and accepted symptom. One of not belonging. Of being an outsider. Even when part of a group, and to some extent seemingly more insulated from the local culture, who amongst us have not lain awake at 4 a.m. body clock still tuned in to the noise of a background life still murmuring thousands of miles away. The ears automatically straining for those recognisable familiar sounds. The gurgle of the deep freeze unit; the snuffle of dogs moving in their sleep in the kitchen below. The distinctive tick of a favourite clock.
Those oh so minor background noises that suddenly seem to take on an intensely personal value. And then the understanding of this detached loneliness kick in. The mind unprepared for the sudden onrush of an unfamiliar emotion. The sudden desire to be far away from here - to be back amongst the familiar. Even to desire that tedium whilst instinctively understanding that its attraction will swiftly pall once again and be the catalyst for escape once more.
Homesickness will strike anywhere and at the strangest times. It’s not the distance from home that is the cause, although the stranger the surroundings, the more intense a catalyst. Or perhaps the expectation in a remote land provides some form of preparatory safeguard to watch out for the signs.
Perhaps it’s more an understanding that there is to be a semi-permanent separation from one’s chosen existence. An emotional mini-death of sorts? An exclusion.
I once had such an onrush barely five hours into train trip northwards at the sight of mother talking with her young children, despite my own being very much older, and ones that were bade farewell only that morning.
And despite increasing age/maturity along with degree of security of place and emotional stability, the feeling can still sneak up on my blind side and strike deep at times. And then, on some trips – totally unaffected.
How then to deal with it for those of us who need to escape the day to day routines? Especially those of us who travel solo, and as such will always be an outsider amongst the social cliques that form whenever more than a couple of people come together?
In my experience the first step is to recognise the feeling exists, and that it is a normal reaction, no matter whatever the trigger (in my case music is usually the cause) When that feeling wells up, accept it for what it is, don’t bother to dig into it, but gently acknowledge its existence, and then lay it to one side.
And then, as Cameron succinctly advises, don’t fester, get busy.
However minor the activity chosen, within minutes that emotion termed ‘homesickness’ drifts back to wherever it came from. It’s an approach that’s never failed me.
After the first attempt to break out into my consciousness any further outbreaks are somehow minimised to less subjective circumstances becoming more a reminder of the circumstance that describes my own existence. My basis for personal existence and community. A sort of comparative benchmark to check my frame of mind and acceptance of personal circumstance.
Surprisingly I’ve never had this feeling when wildcamping alone, far from others. But find it can especially strike when part of an enforced community. Such as leaving a strange pub, those within all familiar with their fellows and belonging, and myself leaving alone to go out into the darkness as I leave.
Or perhaps staying at a YHA, once an opportunity to meet fellow solo travellers, passing through from here to there; But these days so it seems, self contained groups safely insulated in their established inter-relational dynamics and thereby effectively excluding meaningful interaction with others that they meet.
So thanks Cameron for bringing this subject out into the open, where it can be recognised, examined, catalogued, and then put safely away in the box marked ‘Traveller’s Self-Help Kit’. Labels: Mental Health, TGO Magazine
Saturday, October 13
New Podcast & Love in a Tent Blog
Well it had to come. One of those dashed outdoor bloggers finally managed to link up a love of the outdoors with another passion (better look away now youngsters) S-E-X. The result - a book teasingly called Sex In A Tent.
Well Podcast Bob has thought it worthy enough of a podcast, and listening to author and blogger Michelle Waitzman it definitely sounds like she's carefully and tastefully considered a whole new angle on recreational activity outdoors. More than that I can't say at this time, the book not yet being available in the UK. But sounds interesting.
Whilst listening to the piece earlier today I was mulling over in the darker recesses of my mind (possibly a very apt location?) thinking over any of my own 'misdeeds' whilst out camping or backpacking.
Since Mrs H's motorcycle misadventures many years ago all my camping has been solo, especially when wildcamping. So any similarly themed excitement I can think of would, I suspect, have minimal appeal to those of you reading this. Solo that is.
And to be honest after a long day of backpacking, and the fell top wind and rain whistling past my ears my romantic inclinations are, to be blunt, nil.
But then I recalled an occasion many many years ago............
A hot and sultry summer day had been spent idly encamped near a secluded tarn, with an occasional dip to cool down. I'd not seen another walker for a couple of days now, and as darkness fell I cooked my evening meal, clothes unneccessary as the day's heat continued into the night.
As a result I remained firmly seated as an unexpected visitor suddenly appeared having ascended the narrow track behind my tent.
Our eyes exchanged glances as we said our hellos. I could tell from the way her gaze lingered longingly on my lap, my nudity sparingly covered by the plate and my meal remains, that I had something that she wanted. Perhaps needed. Her intention was clear.
I was, I admit, intrigued. For after many days alone in these hills contact with another was taken at face value, a welcome intrusion into my long term solitude.
She moved towards me breathing expectantly, eyes still feasting on my tanned limbs. And then her head slowly rubbed against my bare arm, and then my naked chest, moving downwards.
Gulp. What was I to do?
Submit to this stranger's desires, or protest and prepare to defend my honour?
There was no one else around. No likelihood of we two being surprised. Two strangers meeting in an unremarkable place. Ships in the night.
As her head continued to move still lower still my mind whirled with possibilities until something suddenly snapped me from this hypnotic revery and I firmly pushed her head away.
"No!" I shouted. "This can never be. It Must Not Happen".
For after all this had been my meal. And no bloody sheep was going to snaffle the tail end of my potato mash, no matter what the circumstances. Or how stunnng they may have looked after too long alone.
;-)
The podcast can be found here:
Sex
In A Tent
Download MP3 FileLabels: blog media
Bath. A visit amongst walking cornucopia?
When looking for new walking country the area around Bath was not one that had readily sprung to mind before. Seemingly rather too associated with the urban sprawl that is Bristol, the city of Bath has poured itself across the hollow surrounded by a ring of low lying hills. Not big hills you understand. But significant enough that my memories of previous visits all seem to start with a steep descent downwards to the city centre. Not a place for learner drivers worried by car hill starts and sliding clutch mastery.
I’ve stayed here a couple of times in the past, and travelled through literally scores of times on trips to Cornwall pre the building of the M5 motorway. But previous trips were all centre based for urban duties. And as a result I’d learnt two lessons about Bath.
Firstly. Almost without exception the centre shops seemed geared-up to the tourist trade, especially at the wealthier end of foreign tourist market. Or more accurately geared-up to fleece the unwary.
It seemed at one time that the free spending American or Japanese visitor drove the retailers of the city. Part of that grand tour that so delights a London based foreign traveller on a fixed schedule. To "do" the city of the Roman Spa bath, and more lately the Jane Austin heritage trail, usually via the pitiful stones of Stonehenge. Which as tasters of "real" English history are all piss poor examples, but probably a good grounding in what to expect as they shoot north via the Cotswolds for a flying visit to Stratford-upon-Avon, to "do" Shakespeare, and then off to Oxford before a return to the airport home having assimilated the key to the English psyche oh so well.
Or perhaps not. Eh?
As a result spending time in Bath could never be regarded as a cheap venture until one learns to avoid the shops and pay-to-view tourist hot spots, but instead enjoys for free such places as the Royal Crescent and the rest of the copious and still outstandingly remarkable Georgian architectural heritage. To walk amongst the outlying city streets beyond the main High Street area is simple to achieve, doesn’t need to cover any huge distances and is a simple way to get under the skin of those long dead architects whose legacy stands still so vibrant. And all for the price of a comfortable pair of walking shoes and an eye open to the feel for land, space and expressions of wealth and status.
Secondly, and I guess related to the first point, parking in Bath Is Not Cheap. Even when using the perimeter car parks - £8 for a five hour daytime visit anyone? Once again a reason to leave the car beyond the centre and use walking to explore at a leisurely pace those open spaces and back street architectural jewels often overlooked by the coach party visitor.
But this was the first time I’d both stayed outside the centre and remained for more than a few fleeting days. And I was pleasantly surprised by the extent of the green gaps separating Bath and Bristol. Not as expected the endless urban sprawl of a Bristol/Bath conurbation, but an area packed with many small and thriving villages along with the newer dormitory estates. A steady mix of village, and open countryside once away from the main A4 feeder route. Most of the villages, still remaining small, appear to be thriving, if their success can be based in the number of local pubs that still remain available to each area. And based on those conversations I heard around me local life still retains a predominantly rural outlook, despite their geographical position pincered between the two large population centres.
As the area’s OS map revealed with minimal research, the network of local footpaths is extremely rich. Add in the recent additions of more recent formal trails such as The Cotswold Way & Monarch Way, and the opportunity for a variety of almost inexhaustible circular day jaunts along country paths, with convenient lunchtime pub stops is easily achieved. Or perhaps a few linear routes with connecting local transport to return to the start?
For us, a local meander up to the viewpoint of Prospect Stile (OS Explorer 155: GR 713 684) taking in local footpaths near our holiday accommodation and passing along ancient hedgerows.
Onto the Cotswold Way as we left Bath Racecourse down to a fine ridge walk looking out over western Bath, in the distance the sight of hot air balloons being launched, slowly climbing up over the outskirts of Bath for their short flights in the sunlight. Making their way across the Avon valley.
And finally a short climb to the heady height of 218 m as we touched the small copse sitting atop Kelston Round Hill (OS Explorer 155: GR 710 676) There to sit and look across the wide panorama southwards, the Severn Bridge towers glinting in the afternoon sun, the Welsh hills rising darkly beyond, before an easy descent down to the pub and a return home.
Panorama? Now there’s a word I wouldn’t previously have associated with urban areas in the south of England (unless you include cliff top views of unending English Channel) And whilst the views were not of fellside peaks and deep valleys, the variety of landscape on offer is easily achieved at a fraction of the effort I’d normally expect. A genteel way to walk and then quietly watch the world unfold below. And still be home for tea.
Bath, as I mentioned at the outset, not an area that readily springs to mind for walking. But possibly one that is a well kept secret? Or perhaps just too easily overlooked by those of us who normally look for their walking challenge in those areas free from human habitation.
But with a little lateral thinking, the inherent variability of this landscape with its features and local antiquities, plus an enviable rights of way network, seem a distinct advantage for short breaks during those winter months and only a short distance from home.
A landscape that calls for future exploration I suspect.
Sunday, October 7
Balloon over Bath
Friday, October 5
A parting shot -Blog Action Day and the M62
Before I disappear off for a week, here's a couple of sites worth a thought.
2007 Blog Action Day has been organised by a core team of bloggers for October 15.
The aim - "In its inaugural year, Blog Action Day will be co-ordinating bloggers to tackle the issue of the environment by .....Publish a post on their blog which relates to an issue of their own choice pertaining to the environment .....and/or .....commit to donating their day’s advertising earnings to an environmental charity of their choice"
And as a complete contrast John Davies (a vicar of a small parish I believe) is Walking the M62
"I am currently walking the M62 motorway corridor, Hull back to Liverpool. Because I hope to learn to listen, because I hope to learn to see".
Most journey's have a objective. This is one of the more obtuse that I've come across, but possibly as valid as the LEJOG, in its own way? Labels: blog media, walks
Hip-pack Competition 2007 - Grand Awards
Plans to hire a major London venue for the grand prize winning were thrown into disarray by some 70s band (anyone remember Led Zep?) booking the venue. And thanks for asking but NO I didn't manage to get a ticket. Guess Knebworth '79 will have to be my last memory of them in full on rampage - sigh)
But to the task in hand. The final awards.
Despite flaky interest during the sunny and hot sultry nights of the year it seems all entrants decided that waiting for long dark and colder nights make more sense for ultra ultra lightweight camping.
Right. What a logical lot you are. Or does this blog attract would be masochists? LoL
And its interesting that the main contenders were all "newbies" to the outdoor blog scene. (What's up you oldies - all scaredy cats? Or been there done that already?)
Only one person managed to follow all the instructions to the letter. Well nearly. As the special e-mail hot line was only buzzing with activity when spammers spotted its existence (cheap viagra anyone - saves on tent poles apparently?)
But that aside - the spirit of the competition was observed to the full, and seems to have had its desired result in getting those involved to try something a little different on the outdoors theme. And have a bit of fun. Which was always the intention. And hopefully any discomfort that may have been experienced meant a few things were learnt for future occasions.
And so to the final results:
Mark over at lost-in-a-forest spent a relatively uneventful night at Cann Wood near Plymouth
A breakdown of his gear can be seen on his blog here; Mark's report on the outing can be found here and here. And this was the night's venue:
Total weight 1.454 kg (I just love that accuracy to 3 decimal places Mark!)
The jury particularly commended his creation of a new rucksack specifically for the challenge. And whilst applauding the innovative use of bin liners as waterproofs commented on the possibility of using them to double up as a groundsheet. And from the report provided he even managed most of a night's sleep.
And it was a night's sleep that seemed slightly more elusive for Gayle from M&G Go For A Walk dealing with the various wildlife to be found wandering past her night's pitch out on Cannock Chase.
A breakdown of Gayle's gear can be seen on here blog here and here with a report on the outing to be found here.
In this instance the jury commented on the tidiness of the gear on site, and the entrant's fortitude in sticking it out despite the rampant wildlife, and the tempting knowledge of a nice warm tent (and a nice warm partner?) in the vicinity.
Total weight 4.4 kg
There were other entries (well not a huge amount) but they were either abortive efforts or just a chance to give the bivvy approach a go without worrying about minimalist weight and a bit sneaky about the overnight accommodation
As to the general level of entry.
It was interesting that both the finalists were accompanied on their attempts by Podcast Bob's mp3 offerings. Highly suitable as he kindly provided the main prize a Nalgene Folding Canteen for this earlier in the year (and I happen to know he has the last few of these in stock - so grab them whilst they're still available)
And whilst the number of attempts reported to JH Towers was low (but highly select naturally) it was a noticeable increase on last year's entry (i.e. Nil) and has encouraged me to think about repeating this little game next year.
So any thoughts/feedback on how to improve it would be good. TGO challenge it will never be. But that's not the point here really. Is it now.
;-)
What's that? Who won? Oops nearly forgot. What a tease.
And the winner? Well you all were really. But in the end the Nalgene will be going to Mark, essentially for the lightest load.
But a special commendation prize will also be winging its way to Gayle - a copy of Ronald Turnbull's "The Book of The Bivvy"
Both prizes to be posted once this postal strike sorts itself out which will probably be after I return from next week's trip away in the wilds of Avon.
Bivvying? What in this weather? You must be kidding
;-)
Well done all - and thanks for your involvement in making this so much fun both for those involved, and those sat at home reading about it.
Nice one.Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Wednesday, October 3
Site update
Labels now added to the lower right hand links list. Saves hunting for that all essential stuff. Maybe.
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 2
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
The git may be a year younger than me, but I'd bet I don't make nearly as many creaking noises as Mr S when I walk. And for me that is despite far too many years abusing motorcycles in some pretty foul weather/places.
That's mostly astride the bike concerned; Sometimes beneath it;
Ho hum. Never forget how to grow old. Rather disgracefully.
Labels: books, Fitness, Miscellaneous
Joe Simpson & The Beckoning Silence - more good stuff
If like me you were glued to the Channel 4 TV last night, watching Joe Simpson's 'The Beckoning Silence' then there's a further treat in store.
Joe has a website for a number of years now, but updates have been very infrequent. Which is a shame as I've read most of his work that I've been able to get me hands on. Always thoughtful and entertaining despite some extremely difficult subject matter at times.
So if you want Joe's personal slant on what was involved in filming TBS he's provided a film diary HERE. Its a long piece. But that's great as far as I'm concerned as its all highly entertaining and includes such teasing topics as - 'Swiss dogging', 'the joys of Erika the make up lady', 'a case for Bryan Adams knackers and a catapult', 'Helicopter Long Lining for beginners' and finally 'How not to get a poker school up and running'.
Highly recommended.
And the Daily Telegraph has an interview with Joe discussing his tender approach to child care. Well sort of.
Surely time for another book please Joe?Labels: books
Sunday, October 21
Holmsley Enclosure - Deer, Dog; Dog, Deer;
A Sunday afternoon stroll around Holmsley Enclosure in the New Forest.
Two minutes after a couple of noisy cyclists passed me by I happened upon this young stag in the middle of the forest track. The wind direction meant that the dog and the deer were didn't spot each other, giving me time to snap this with my mobile phone camera (hence the low quality)
Predictably the collie's reliance on nose over sight once again allowing me a brief glimpse of the local wildlife in an otherwise busy area.Labels: New Forest
Blog move
Bearded Git, never one to stay in any single place too long it appears (makes a harder target?) has moved his blog yet again to here
At this rate I'll be making a small charge for all the blogsite link re-editing. Somewhere around the price of a pint methinks
;-)Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, October 20
Joe Simpson's new film - an exclusive viewing
......or at least that's what I thought at the time. But wait I'm getting slightly ahead of myself here.
Yes I'm back after a week in the semi-tamed wilderness better known as Liverpool. A city with oodles of civic initiatives and a population glowing with local pride. Just a pity that every sentence that I heard uttered in the city centre precincts seemed to be constructed around the use of the word F**k. At least once. But mostly repeated as a easy alternative to any other adjective.
And after my recent jaunt to the Bath/Bristol area, home of the Big Issue publication, Liverpool took the prize for the most number of BI sellers within the shortest distance. Affluence and poverty visible side by side. One street full of new shops and bright shiny places to spend money. The next blighted with decayed shopfronts and derelict buildings.
On my journey home via Manchester Airport, browsing W H Smith's for some light relief I managed to pick up October's issue of Cumbria "Lakeland's Favourite Magazine". A bonus as I usually only get to read this when I'm visiting the Lake District.
Oooooo! Inside a competition to win tickets to the big-screen film premiere in November at the Kendal Mountain Festival. A follow-up to 'Touching The Void' - 'The Beckoning Silence' adapted from Joe Simpson’s book, and created by the same team. A long shot maybe but my entry was completed and posted first thing this morning. After the hassle I had tracking down a viewing of TTV here in the deep south I was a little hopeful that this time I could not only see the film on its first showing, (isn't that what a premiere is?) but also get to see Joe Simpson 'in the flesh' on one of his rare public appearances.
So entry duly posted off early today. Fingers crossed. Because a win would be sufficient reason to stump-up the £150+ cost involved to travel to the festival.
Then later I catch up with the 'net news to find both Weird Darren and a thread on the Outdoors Magic forum casually mentioning that the "exclusive" will be shown a month ahead of the festival on Channel 4 on the evening of Mon 22 Oct.
So I guess that means that the premiere rating relates to the "big-screen" element. Shucks - a little disingenuous.
Never mind. Fingers still firmly crossed anyway.Labels: blog media, Lake District
Monday, October 15
Blog fame, or blog purgatory
I couldn't go wthout noting this one........
If you had 968 comments (as of earlier this evening) in response to one single post you'd think that the blogger concerned had hit the jackpot. Surely tapped into a real subject for discussion?
But somehow I think this particular example isn't one that the Harvey Goldsmith is that exuberabant about.Labels: blog media
A bit of a break
Well another break away from home as business takes me to a large northern city for the rest of the week, where I suspect my walking opportunities will be somewhat limited.
But then again. Where there's a will .......
;-)
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way (cont)
It was with some irritation I hit the footpath on the morning of Saturday October 5th, slightly ahead of a single horse rider who had just left the field attached to an adjacent bungalow.
I kept a good stomp up from the outset in an attempt to not impede their progress, and they quickly fell away behind me. Well as I said on the last post, the path was narrow in places. And as to why I didn’t wait for them to go ahead? Well ever tried following a horse for any distance? I’m all for smells of the countryside, but its nice to have the choice, rather than have it made for you.
Half a mile further along I swung onto an interconnecting Public Footpath, off the bridleway, ready to cross two fields towards a local road. Part of the 45 minute figure-of-eight route many locals have used for years - indeed footpaths that had been adopted by myself to safeguard their continued availability. So one in which I have a vested interest of care.
At a suitable point I stopped. Partly to pause and roll a cigarette in the morning sunshine. Partly to catch my breath after the early start to the stomp. But mostly I was curious to see what the rider would do next.
For I Had My Suspicions.
This path bordered crop fields and often carries traces of hoove prints, but to date there has never been any sign of the creators.
On this occasion my curiosity was rewarded as after a couple of minutes the rider turned off the bridleway to follow my own footsteps. She called to me as she rode up, seeking to bypass me and and go ahead. I suspect in part irritated herself that her daily ride had already been disrupted in some small way by my presence. A passing conversation then engaged as she cantered up and past me. I politely pointing out that the path (or more precisely the part of the field that she was now crossing) was off the Bridleway and had the status of a Public Footpath. This was countered with her argument as to why I was therefore using the path with two dogs!
What?
Oh what fun that comment sparked off as I chose my next words carefully and still most politely pointed out that myself and the dogs had every right to use the path. However she and her horse did not. And that if she wished to debate the differences concerning the statutory usage of Footpath V Bridleway I was more than happy to do so in detail having made myself aware of the key distinctions as part of my footpath adoption role.
Predictably her canter then broke into a gallop on across the field, but with a parting shot to the effect "Well I’m not hurting anybody doing this".
Of course the dear lady was correct in her own way, and seemed sure that her viewpoint was acceptable. This was a mature local adult rider, not some child from the local riding stable on an hour’s rental ride, unsure of their route, but trying to use bluster to cover up their lack of knowledge.
Later on, as I completed the loop of my walk, I again met the rider crossing the road as she re-entered her field. Her ride now complete. But there was a pointed aversion of the eyes, a refusal to recognise the presence of the dogs or myself. Must have been the traffic I guess? Or then again maybe not.
So was my action mean minded or petty to the extreme? And was she indeed correct in her assertion about her harmless action?
Better to ask the farmer whose crops are repeatedly trampled each year by repeated horse crossings, avoiding the narrow path that the pedestrians keep to along the the narrow strip of field edge.
And then during the wetter weather over the winter months ask the pedestrian trying to use this muddy path despite it now being churned up by the persistent use of heavy iron shoes.
But most of all ask the future users.
Because without recording this incident here any future attempt to get this footpath upgraded to a bridleway would be successful on the grounds that ‘usage is allowed as no one had ever had cause to complain’.
Well in this instance I did. And this is a formal statement of fact. One to which the Dorset County Council Rights Of Way Officer will be pointed in case of future questions as to accustomed usage.
For we all share the countryside. Mostly on a fair basis. But in some cases pressure groups will take advantage of poorly organised, or poorly informed groups despite any numerical supremacy. And those that care are often disheartened by the antics of those that do not, but expect the guardianship of such rights to be there at their whim.
This is nothing "serious" like a wind farm erection or closure of footpaths across private property. Just a single example of one walker making a stand, based on watching a public review hijacked by a minority interest. Standing up to prevent the rights of the many being ridden over roughshod. And please forgive the pun.
In my own little piece of the world it’s not a situation that I will sit back and allow to happen again now I understand more about the process and the spirit of the law.
And to balance this out a little. The New Forest, with miles of good bridleways and uninterrupted open land is a few miles down the road. Like the horse rider I use this particular route when time is short. But personally I prefer the open Forest land.
The riders of this locality however seem to be a little less flexible in their choice of trips out. Maybe.Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way
An oft-overlooked feature of this Internet gizmo is its use as a historic record.
True how enduring, or more importantly how permanent, it eventually turns out to be is very much a tale that has yet to be told. But as a means to document cultural and contemporary context it has undoubtedly expanded the ability of Joe Public to join in on that game previously enjoyed only by those with access within the traditional communication medias.
It can be hacked, spammed, and at times use for misinformation or even downright lies and libel. But an educated reader is able to collate a variety of views on a topic, sift the evidence, and then use their own intellect and experience to form a relatively well informed opinion outside of the normal information controls. And now this is done so very quickly (e.g. the recent protest in Burma)
But why my reflection at this moment in time?
Back in the 1990s I adopted a number of local footpaths. A central and local government initiatives were inviting members of the public to monitor and report on the state of local rights of way, and by their regular use ensure that such paths would continue to be available for all, rather than subject to future legal challenges to close or reroute them.
On the whole its been an easy task, with the local council taking note of any path blockages, usually fallen trees, and resolving them.
But one of these routes at the southern end of the Avon Valley Footpath as it moves towards Christchurch and bordering a dormitory estate, was the centre of a change of use a few years back. In places a narrow rise ‘n dip dirt track. Bounded by a small tree lined ditch on one side, and a tall earth bank forming the edge of the field border above. The path barely wide enough for two people to pass by without one giving way. A dirt track amongst the nettles basically.
But despite this, and with concerted lobbying by the local horse riding fraternity, backed by their national organisation, the public review process determined that this path should be upgraded to a Public Bridleway.
Now I’ve no issue with this where the path is suitable for shared pedestrian and horse traffic. But in this case the width of the path just would not permit it. At the public assessment much was made of prior usage made of the path by horse riders, despite little actual factual evidence to back it up. Furthermore the inspector's assessment of the path’s suitability for mixed traffic concluded somehow that the path width was acceptable.
As a result whilst out for a quiet stroll with the collies I’ve had occasions when I’ve been faced with rider(s) cantering straight down the path towards me. My only escape route a muddy ditch. And at times some brusque manners from the horse gentry who seem to have dropped their Ps & Qs like the large piles up steaming dung that now have to be avoided (Why it is dog shit is Bad, but horse shit is Good, when both are found on a country footpath?)
More to come on why a seemingly trivial incident has a value all its own. Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
Sunday, October 14
Traveller’s Travails – A cure for HomeSickness?
Surely the art of good writing is to achieve that elusive link betwixt writer and reader, to evoke a shared recognition of the human condition?
"Experience has taught me that when home sickness strikes I can either allow my mind to fester on it, or busy myself with other things"
An innocuous comment in Cameron McNeish ‘Wild Connection’ piece in November’s TGO magazine (extracted from "The Wilderness World of Cameron McNeish") But something that chimed a chord with my own particular experience.
An insignificant thought on the face of it, but a subject with the ability to destroy the enjoyment of an outdoors trip. Something that is rarely covered in the annals of outdoor writing usually covering daring-do feats in wild and oft foreign places. But with the increased ease to communicate via mobile phones one that can strike without warning.
I wouldn’t regard myself as that widely travelled. Over the years I’ve visited cultures in the USA, North Africa, and much of the Mediterranean. Fleeting sorties mostly. Enough to value the differences, and celebrate the commonality cross humanity. But at time the cultural differences can make one feel very much a stranger in a strange land.
Over recent years, busily raising a family, my trips away from home have mostly been within the UK. And with it a realisation that whilst travel does indeed broaden the mind, it’s more the act of removing oneself from the security blanket of home and the familiar that is at the heart of creating a traveller. An individual moving through life, anonymous for the most part amongst fellow humans busy with their normal day to day tasks.
Stuck in an anonymous hotel on the other side of the world for weeks on end, homesickness is a recognisable and accepted symptom. One of not belonging. Of being an outsider. Even when part of a group, and to some extent seemingly more insulated from the local culture, who amongst us have not lain awake at 4 a.m. body clock still tuned in to the noise of a background life still murmuring thousands of miles away. The ears automatically straining for those recognisable familiar sounds. The gurgle of the deep freeze unit; the snuffle of dogs moving in their sleep in the kitchen below. The distinctive tick of a favourite clock.
Those oh so minor background noises that suddenly seem to take on an intensely personal value. And then the understanding of this detached loneliness kick in. The mind unprepared for the sudden onrush of an unfamiliar emotion. The sudden desire to be far away from here - to be back amongst the familiar. Even to desire that tedium whilst instinctively understanding that its attraction will swiftly pall once again and be the catalyst for escape once more.
Homesickness will strike anywhere and at the strangest times. It’s not the distance from home that is the cause, although the stranger the surroundings, the more intense a catalyst. Or perhaps the expectation in a remote land provides some form of preparatory safeguard to watch out for the signs.
Perhaps it’s more an understanding that there is to be a semi-permanent separation from one’s chosen existence. An emotional mini-death of sorts? An exclusion.
I once had such an onrush barely five hours into train trip northwards at the sight of mother talking with her young children, despite my own being very much older, and ones that were bade farewell only that morning.
And despite increasing age/maturity along with degree of security of place and emotional stability, the feeling can still sneak up on my blind side and strike deep at times. And then, on some trips – totally unaffected.
How then to deal with it for those of us who need to escape the day to day routines? Especially those of us who travel solo, and as such will always be an outsider amongst the social cliques that form whenever more than a couple of people come together?
In my experience the first step is to recognise the feeling exists, and that it is a normal reaction, no matter whatever the trigger (in my case music is usually the cause) When that feeling wells up, accept it for what it is, don’t bother to dig into it, but gently acknowledge its existence, and then lay it to one side.
And then, as Cameron succinctly advises, don’t fester, get busy.
However minor the activity chosen, within minutes that emotion termed ‘homesickness’ drifts back to wherever it came from. It’s an approach that’s never failed me.
After the first attempt to break out into my consciousness any further outbreaks are somehow minimised to less subjective circumstances becoming more a reminder of the circumstance that describes my own existence. My basis for personal existence and community. A sort of comparative benchmark to check my frame of mind and acceptance of personal circumstance.
Surprisingly I’ve never had this feeling when wildcamping alone, far from others. But find it can especially strike when part of an enforced community. Such as leaving a strange pub, those within all familiar with their fellows and belonging, and myself leaving alone to go out into the darkness as I leave.
Or perhaps staying at a YHA, once an opportunity to meet fellow solo travellers, passing through from here to there; But these days so it seems, self contained groups safely insulated in their established inter-relational dynamics and thereby effectively excluding meaningful interaction with others that they meet.
So thanks Cameron for bringing this subject out into the open, where it can be recognised, examined, catalogued, and then put safely away in the box marked ‘Traveller’s Self-Help Kit’. Labels: Mental Health, TGO Magazine
Saturday, October 13
New Podcast & Love in a Tent Blog
Well it had to come. One of those dashed outdoor bloggers finally managed to link up a love of the outdoors with another passion (better look away now youngsters) S-E-X. The result - a book teasingly called Sex In A Tent.
Well Podcast Bob has thought it worthy enough of a podcast, and listening to author and blogger Michelle Waitzman it definitely sounds like she's carefully and tastefully considered a whole new angle on recreational activity outdoors. More than that I can't say at this time, the book not yet being available in the UK. But sounds interesting.
Whilst listening to the piece earlier today I was mulling over in the darker recesses of my mind (possibly a very apt location?) thinking over any of my own 'misdeeds' whilst out camping or backpacking.
Since Mrs H's motorcycle misadventures many years ago all my camping has been solo, especially when wildcamping. So any similarly themed excitement I can think of would, I suspect, have minimal appeal to those of you reading this. Solo that is.
And to be honest after a long day of backpacking, and the fell top wind and rain whistling past my ears my romantic inclinations are, to be blunt, nil.
But then I recalled an occasion many many years ago............
A hot and sultry summer day had been spent idly encamped near a secluded tarn, with an occasional dip to cool down. I'd not seen another walker for a couple of days now, and as darkness fell I cooked my evening meal, clothes unneccessary as the day's heat continued into the night.
As a result I remained firmly seated as an unexpected visitor suddenly appeared having ascended the narrow track behind my tent.
Our eyes exchanged glances as we said our hellos. I could tell from the way her gaze lingered longingly on my lap, my nudity sparingly covered by the plate and my meal remains, that I had something that she wanted. Perhaps needed. Her intention was clear.
I was, I admit, intrigued. For after many days alone in these hills contact with another was taken at face value, a welcome intrusion into my long term solitude.
She moved towards me breathing expectantly, eyes still feasting on my tanned limbs. And then her head slowly rubbed against my bare arm, and then my naked chest, moving downwards.
Gulp. What was I to do?
Submit to this stranger's desires, or protest and prepare to defend my honour?
There was no one else around. No likelihood of we two being surprised. Two strangers meeting in an unremarkable place. Ships in the night.
As her head continued to move still lower still my mind whirled with possibilities until something suddenly snapped me from this hypnotic revery and I firmly pushed her head away.
"No!" I shouted. "This can never be. It Must Not Happen".
For after all this had been my meal. And no bloody sheep was going to snaffle the tail end of my potato mash, no matter what the circumstances. Or how stunnng they may have looked after too long alone.
;-)
The podcast can be found here:
Sex
In A Tent
Download MP3 FileLabels: blog media
Bath. A visit amongst walking cornucopia?
When looking for new walking country the area around Bath was not one that had readily sprung to mind before. Seemingly rather too associated with the urban sprawl that is Bristol, the city of Bath has poured itself across the hollow surrounded by a ring of low lying hills. Not big hills you understand. But significant enough that my memories of previous visits all seem to start with a steep descent downwards to the city centre. Not a place for learner drivers worried by car hill starts and sliding clutch mastery.
I’ve stayed here a couple of times in the past, and travelled through literally scores of times on trips to Cornwall pre the building of the M5 motorway. But previous trips were all centre based for urban duties. And as a result I’d learnt two lessons about Bath.
Firstly. Almost without exception the centre shops seemed geared-up to the tourist trade, especially at the wealthier end of foreign tourist market. Or more accurately geared-up to fleece the unwary.
It seemed at one time that the free spending American or Japanese visitor drove the retailers of the city. Part of that grand tour that so delights a London based foreign traveller on a fixed schedule. To "do" the city of the Roman Spa bath, and more lately the Jane Austin heritage trail, usually via the pitiful stones of Stonehenge. Which as tasters of "real" English history are all piss poor examples, but probably a good grounding in what to expect as they shoot north via the Cotswolds for a flying visit to Stratford-upon-Avon, to "do" Shakespeare, and then off to Oxford before a return to the airport home having assimilated the key to the English psyche oh so well.
Or perhaps not. Eh?
As a result spending time in Bath could never be regarded as a cheap venture until one learns to avoid the shops and pay-to-view tourist hot spots, but instead enjoys for free such places as the Royal Crescent and the rest of the copious and still outstandingly remarkable Georgian architectural heritage. To walk amongst the outlying city streets beyond the main High Street area is simple to achieve, doesn’t need to cover any huge distances and is a simple way to get under the skin of those long dead architects whose legacy stands still so vibrant. And all for the price of a comfortable pair of walking shoes and an eye open to the feel for land, space and expressions of wealth and status.
Secondly, and I guess related to the first point, parking in Bath Is Not Cheap. Even when using the perimeter car parks - £8 for a five hour daytime visit anyone? Once again a reason to leave the car beyond the centre and use walking to explore at a leisurely pace those open spaces and back street architectural jewels often overlooked by the coach party visitor.
But this was the first time I’d both stayed outside the centre and remained for more than a few fleeting days. And I was pleasantly surprised by the extent of the green gaps separating Bath and Bristol. Not as expected the endless urban sprawl of a Bristol/Bath conurbation, but an area packed with many small and thriving villages along with the newer dormitory estates. A steady mix of village, and open countryside once away from the main A4 feeder route. Most of the villages, still remaining small, appear to be thriving, if their success can be based in the number of local pubs that still remain available to each area. And based on those conversations I heard around me local life still retains a predominantly rural outlook, despite their geographical position pincered between the two large population centres.
As the area’s OS map revealed with minimal research, the network of local footpaths is extremely rich. Add in the recent additions of more recent formal trails such as The Cotswold Way & Monarch Way, and the opportunity for a variety of almost inexhaustible circular day jaunts along country paths, with convenient lunchtime pub stops is easily achieved. Or perhaps a few linear routes with connecting local transport to return to the start?
For us, a local meander up to the viewpoint of Prospect Stile (OS Explorer 155: GR 713 684) taking in local footpaths near our holiday accommodation and passing along ancient hedgerows.
Onto the Cotswold Way as we left Bath Racecourse down to a fine ridge walk looking out over western Bath, in the distance the sight of hot air balloons being launched, slowly climbing up over the outskirts of Bath for their short flights in the sunlight. Making their way across the Avon valley.
And finally a short climb to the heady height of 218 m as we touched the small copse sitting atop Kelston Round Hill (OS Explorer 155: GR 710 676) There to sit and look across the wide panorama southwards, the Severn Bridge towers glinting in the afternoon sun, the Welsh hills rising darkly beyond, before an easy descent down to the pub and a return home.
Panorama? Now there’s a word I wouldn’t previously have associated with urban areas in the south of England (unless you include cliff top views of unending English Channel) And whilst the views were not of fellside peaks and deep valleys, the variety of landscape on offer is easily achieved at a fraction of the effort I’d normally expect. A genteel way to walk and then quietly watch the world unfold below. And still be home for tea.
Bath, as I mentioned at the outset, not an area that readily springs to mind for walking. But possibly one that is a well kept secret? Or perhaps just too easily overlooked by those of us who normally look for their walking challenge in those areas free from human habitation.
But with a little lateral thinking, the inherent variability of this landscape with its features and local antiquities, plus an enviable rights of way network, seem a distinct advantage for short breaks during those winter months and only a short distance from home.
A landscape that calls for future exploration I suspect.
Sunday, October 7
Balloon over Bath
Friday, October 5
A parting shot -Blog Action Day and the M62
Before I disappear off for a week, here's a couple of sites worth a thought.
2007 Blog Action Day has been organised by a core team of bloggers for October 15.
The aim - "In its inaugural year, Blog Action Day will be co-ordinating bloggers to tackle the issue of the environment by .....Publish a post on their blog which relates to an issue of their own choice pertaining to the environment .....and/or .....commit to donating their day’s advertising earnings to an environmental charity of their choice"
And as a complete contrast John Davies (a vicar of a small parish I believe) is Walking the M62
"I am currently walking the M62 motorway corridor, Hull back to Liverpool. Because I hope to learn to listen, because I hope to learn to see".
Most journey's have a objective. This is one of the more obtuse that I've come across, but possibly as valid as the LEJOG, in its own way? Labels: blog media, walks
Hip-pack Competition 2007 - Grand Awards
Plans to hire a major London venue for the grand prize winning were thrown into disarray by some 70s band (anyone remember Led Zep?) booking the venue. And thanks for asking but NO I didn't manage to get a ticket. Guess Knebworth '79 will have to be my last memory of them in full on rampage - sigh)
But to the task in hand. The final awards.
Despite flaky interest during the sunny and hot sultry nights of the year it seems all entrants decided that waiting for long dark and colder nights make more sense for ultra ultra lightweight camping.
Right. What a logical lot you are. Or does this blog attract would be masochists? LoL
And its interesting that the main contenders were all "newbies" to the outdoor blog scene. (What's up you oldies - all scaredy cats? Or been there done that already?)
Only one person managed to follow all the instructions to the letter. Well nearly. As the special e-mail hot line was only buzzing with activity when spammers spotted its existence (cheap viagra anyone - saves on tent poles apparently?)
But that aside - the spirit of the competition was observed to the full, and seems to have had its desired result in getting those involved to try something a little different on the outdoors theme. And have a bit of fun. Which was always the intention. And hopefully any discomfort that may have been experienced meant a few things were learnt for future occasions.
And so to the final results:
Mark over at lost-in-a-forest spent a relatively uneventful night at Cann Wood near Plymouth
A breakdown of his gear can be seen on his blog here; Mark's report on the outing can be found here and here. And this was the night's venue:
Total weight 1.454 kg (I just love that accuracy to 3 decimal places Mark!)
The jury particularly commended his creation of a new rucksack specifically for the challenge. And whilst applauding the innovative use of bin liners as waterproofs commented on the possibility of using them to double up as a groundsheet. And from the report provided he even managed most of a night's sleep.
And it was a night's sleep that seemed slightly more elusive for Gayle from M&G Go For A Walk dealing with the various wildlife to be found wandering past her night's pitch out on Cannock Chase.
A breakdown of Gayle's gear can be seen on here blog here and here with a report on the outing to be found here.
In this instance the jury commented on the tidiness of the gear on site, and the entrant's fortitude in sticking it out despite the rampant wildlife, and the tempting knowledge of a nice warm tent (and a nice warm partner?) in the vicinity.
Total weight 4.4 kg
There were other entries (well not a huge amount) but they were either abortive efforts or just a chance to give the bivvy approach a go without worrying about minimalist weight and a bit sneaky about the overnight accommodation
As to the general level of entry.
It was interesting that both the finalists were accompanied on their attempts by Podcast Bob's mp3 offerings. Highly suitable as he kindly provided the main prize a Nalgene Folding Canteen for this earlier in the year (and I happen to know he has the last few of these in stock - so grab them whilst they're still available)
And whilst the number of attempts reported to JH Towers was low (but highly select naturally) it was a noticeable increase on last year's entry (i.e. Nil) and has encouraged me to think about repeating this little game next year.
So any thoughts/feedback on how to improve it would be good. TGO challenge it will never be. But that's not the point here really. Is it now.
;-)
What's that? Who won? Oops nearly forgot. What a tease.
And the winner? Well you all were really. But in the end the Nalgene will be going to Mark, essentially for the lightest load.
But a special commendation prize will also be winging its way to Gayle - a copy of Ronald Turnbull's "The Book of The Bivvy"
Both prizes to be posted once this postal strike sorts itself out which will probably be after I return from next week's trip away in the wilds of Avon.
Bivvying? What in this weather? You must be kidding
;-)
Well done all - and thanks for your involvement in making this so much fun both for those involved, and those sat at home reading about it.
Nice one.Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Wednesday, October 3
Site update
Labels now added to the lower right hand links list. Saves hunting for that all essential stuff. Maybe.
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 2
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
Joe has a website for a number of years now, but updates have been very infrequent. Which is a shame as I've read most of his work that I've been able to get me hands on. Always thoughtful and entertaining despite some extremely difficult subject matter at times.
So if you want Joe's personal slant on what was involved in filming TBS he's provided a film diary HERE. Its a long piece. But that's great as far as I'm concerned as its all highly entertaining and includes such teasing topics as - 'Swiss dogging', 'the joys of Erika the make up lady', 'a case for Bryan Adams knackers and a catapult', 'Helicopter Long Lining for beginners' and finally 'How not to get a poker school up and running'.
Highly recommended.
And the Daily Telegraph has an interview with Joe discussing his tender approach to child care. Well sort of.
Surely time for another book please Joe?
Labels: books
Holmsley Enclosure - Deer, Dog; Dog, Deer;
A Sunday afternoon stroll around Holmsley Enclosure in the New Forest.
Two minutes after a couple of noisy cyclists passed me by I happened upon this young stag in the middle of the forest track. The wind direction meant that the dog and the deer were didn't spot each other, giving me time to snap this with my mobile phone camera (hence the low quality)
Predictably the collie's reliance on nose over sight once again allowing me a brief glimpse of the local wildlife in an otherwise busy area.Labels: New Forest
Blog move
Bearded Git, never one to stay in any single place too long it appears (makes a harder target?) has moved his blog yet again to here
At this rate I'll be making a small charge for all the blogsite link re-editing. Somewhere around the price of a pint methinks
;-)Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, October 20
Joe Simpson's new film - an exclusive viewing
......or at least that's what I thought at the time. But wait I'm getting slightly ahead of myself here.
Yes I'm back after a week in the semi-tamed wilderness better known as Liverpool. A city with oodles of civic initiatives and a population glowing with local pride. Just a pity that every sentence that I heard uttered in the city centre precincts seemed to be constructed around the use of the word F**k. At least once. But mostly repeated as a easy alternative to any other adjective.
And after my recent jaunt to the Bath/Bristol area, home of the Big Issue publication, Liverpool took the prize for the most number of BI sellers within the shortest distance. Affluence and poverty visible side by side. One street full of new shops and bright shiny places to spend money. The next blighted with decayed shopfronts and derelict buildings.
On my journey home via Manchester Airport, browsing W H Smith's for some light relief I managed to pick up October's issue of Cumbria "Lakeland's Favourite Magazine". A bonus as I usually only get to read this when I'm visiting the Lake District.
Oooooo! Inside a competition to win tickets to the big-screen film premiere in November at the Kendal Mountain Festival. A follow-up to 'Touching The Void' - 'The Beckoning Silence' adapted from Joe Simpson’s book, and created by the same team. A long shot maybe but my entry was completed and posted first thing this morning. After the hassle I had tracking down a viewing of TTV here in the deep south I was a little hopeful that this time I could not only see the film on its first showing, (isn't that what a premiere is?) but also get to see Joe Simpson 'in the flesh' on one of his rare public appearances.
So entry duly posted off early today. Fingers crossed. Because a win would be sufficient reason to stump-up the £150+ cost involved to travel to the festival.
Then later I catch up with the 'net news to find both Weird Darren and a thread on the Outdoors Magic forum casually mentioning that the "exclusive" will be shown a month ahead of the festival on Channel 4 on the evening of Mon 22 Oct.
So I guess that means that the premiere rating relates to the "big-screen" element. Shucks - a little disingenuous.
Never mind. Fingers still firmly crossed anyway.Labels: blog media, Lake District
Monday, October 15
Blog fame, or blog purgatory
I couldn't go wthout noting this one........
If you had 968 comments (as of earlier this evening) in response to one single post you'd think that the blogger concerned had hit the jackpot. Surely tapped into a real subject for discussion?
But somehow I think this particular example isn't one that the Harvey Goldsmith is that exuberabant about.Labels: blog media
A bit of a break
Well another break away from home as business takes me to a large northern city for the rest of the week, where I suspect my walking opportunities will be somewhat limited.
But then again. Where there's a will .......
;-)
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way (cont)
It was with some irritation I hit the footpath on the morning of Saturday October 5th, slightly ahead of a single horse rider who had just left the field attached to an adjacent bungalow.
I kept a good stomp up from the outset in an attempt to not impede their progress, and they quickly fell away behind me. Well as I said on the last post, the path was narrow in places. And as to why I didn’t wait for them to go ahead? Well ever tried following a horse for any distance? I’m all for smells of the countryside, but its nice to have the choice, rather than have it made for you.
Half a mile further along I swung onto an interconnecting Public Footpath, off the bridleway, ready to cross two fields towards a local road. Part of the 45 minute figure-of-eight route many locals have used for years - indeed footpaths that had been adopted by myself to safeguard their continued availability. So one in which I have a vested interest of care.
At a suitable point I stopped. Partly to pause and roll a cigarette in the morning sunshine. Partly to catch my breath after the early start to the stomp. But mostly I was curious to see what the rider would do next.
For I Had My Suspicions.
This path bordered crop fields and often carries traces of hoove prints, but to date there has never been any sign of the creators.
On this occasion my curiosity was rewarded as after a couple of minutes the rider turned off the bridleway to follow my own footsteps. She called to me as she rode up, seeking to bypass me and and go ahead. I suspect in part irritated herself that her daily ride had already been disrupted in some small way by my presence. A passing conversation then engaged as she cantered up and past me. I politely pointing out that the path (or more precisely the part of the field that she was now crossing) was off the Bridleway and had the status of a Public Footpath. This was countered with her argument as to why I was therefore using the path with two dogs!
What?
Oh what fun that comment sparked off as I chose my next words carefully and still most politely pointed out that myself and the dogs had every right to use the path. However she and her horse did not. And that if she wished to debate the differences concerning the statutory usage of Footpath V Bridleway I was more than happy to do so in detail having made myself aware of the key distinctions as part of my footpath adoption role.
Predictably her canter then broke into a gallop on across the field, but with a parting shot to the effect "Well I’m not hurting anybody doing this".
Of course the dear lady was correct in her own way, and seemed sure that her viewpoint was acceptable. This was a mature local adult rider, not some child from the local riding stable on an hour’s rental ride, unsure of their route, but trying to use bluster to cover up their lack of knowledge.
Later on, as I completed the loop of my walk, I again met the rider crossing the road as she re-entered her field. Her ride now complete. But there was a pointed aversion of the eyes, a refusal to recognise the presence of the dogs or myself. Must have been the traffic I guess? Or then again maybe not.
So was my action mean minded or petty to the extreme? And was she indeed correct in her assertion about her harmless action?
Better to ask the farmer whose crops are repeatedly trampled each year by repeated horse crossings, avoiding the narrow path that the pedestrians keep to along the the narrow strip of field edge.
And then during the wetter weather over the winter months ask the pedestrian trying to use this muddy path despite it now being churned up by the persistent use of heavy iron shoes.
But most of all ask the future users.
Because without recording this incident here any future attempt to get this footpath upgraded to a bridleway would be successful on the grounds that ‘usage is allowed as no one had ever had cause to complain’.
Well in this instance I did. And this is a formal statement of fact. One to which the Dorset County Council Rights Of Way Officer will be pointed in case of future questions as to accustomed usage.
For we all share the countryside. Mostly on a fair basis. But in some cases pressure groups will take advantage of poorly organised, or poorly informed groups despite any numerical supremacy. And those that care are often disheartened by the antics of those that do not, but expect the guardianship of such rights to be there at their whim.
This is nothing "serious" like a wind farm erection or closure of footpaths across private property. Just a single example of one walker making a stand, based on watching a public review hijacked by a minority interest. Standing up to prevent the rights of the many being ridden over roughshod. And please forgive the pun.
In my own little piece of the world it’s not a situation that I will sit back and allow to happen again now I understand more about the process and the spirit of the law.
And to balance this out a little. The New Forest, with miles of good bridleways and uninterrupted open land is a few miles down the road. Like the horse rider I use this particular route when time is short. But personally I prefer the open Forest land.
The riders of this locality however seem to be a little less flexible in their choice of trips out. Maybe.Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way
An oft-overlooked feature of this Internet gizmo is its use as a historic record.
True how enduring, or more importantly how permanent, it eventually turns out to be is very much a tale that has yet to be told. But as a means to document cultural and contemporary context it has undoubtedly expanded the ability of Joe Public to join in on that game previously enjoyed only by those with access within the traditional communication medias.
It can be hacked, spammed, and at times use for misinformation or even downright lies and libel. But an educated reader is able to collate a variety of views on a topic, sift the evidence, and then use their own intellect and experience to form a relatively well informed opinion outside of the normal information controls. And now this is done so very quickly (e.g. the recent protest in Burma)
But why my reflection at this moment in time?
Back in the 1990s I adopted a number of local footpaths. A central and local government initiatives were inviting members of the public to monitor and report on the state of local rights of way, and by their regular use ensure that such paths would continue to be available for all, rather than subject to future legal challenges to close or reroute them.
On the whole its been an easy task, with the local council taking note of any path blockages, usually fallen trees, and resolving them.
But one of these routes at the southern end of the Avon Valley Footpath as it moves towards Christchurch and bordering a dormitory estate, was the centre of a change of use a few years back. In places a narrow rise ‘n dip dirt track. Bounded by a small tree lined ditch on one side, and a tall earth bank forming the edge of the field border above. The path barely wide enough for two people to pass by without one giving way. A dirt track amongst the nettles basically.
But despite this, and with concerted lobbying by the local horse riding fraternity, backed by their national organisation, the public review process determined that this path should be upgraded to a Public Bridleway.
Now I’ve no issue with this where the path is suitable for shared pedestrian and horse traffic. But in this case the width of the path just would not permit it. At the public assessment much was made of prior usage made of the path by horse riders, despite little actual factual evidence to back it up. Furthermore the inspector's assessment of the path’s suitability for mixed traffic concluded somehow that the path width was acceptable.
As a result whilst out for a quiet stroll with the collies I’ve had occasions when I’ve been faced with rider(s) cantering straight down the path towards me. My only escape route a muddy ditch. And at times some brusque manners from the horse gentry who seem to have dropped their Ps & Qs like the large piles up steaming dung that now have to be avoided (Why it is dog shit is Bad, but horse shit is Good, when both are found on a country footpath?)
More to come on why a seemingly trivial incident has a value all its own. Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
Sunday, October 14
Traveller’s Travails – A cure for HomeSickness?
Surely the art of good writing is to achieve that elusive link betwixt writer and reader, to evoke a shared recognition of the human condition?
"Experience has taught me that when home sickness strikes I can either allow my mind to fester on it, or busy myself with other things"
An innocuous comment in Cameron McNeish ‘Wild Connection’ piece in November’s TGO magazine (extracted from "The Wilderness World of Cameron McNeish") But something that chimed a chord with my own particular experience.
An insignificant thought on the face of it, but a subject with the ability to destroy the enjoyment of an outdoors trip. Something that is rarely covered in the annals of outdoor writing usually covering daring-do feats in wild and oft foreign places. But with the increased ease to communicate via mobile phones one that can strike without warning.
I wouldn’t regard myself as that widely travelled. Over the years I’ve visited cultures in the USA, North Africa, and much of the Mediterranean. Fleeting sorties mostly. Enough to value the differences, and celebrate the commonality cross humanity. But at time the cultural differences can make one feel very much a stranger in a strange land.
Over recent years, busily raising a family, my trips away from home have mostly been within the UK. And with it a realisation that whilst travel does indeed broaden the mind, it’s more the act of removing oneself from the security blanket of home and the familiar that is at the heart of creating a traveller. An individual moving through life, anonymous for the most part amongst fellow humans busy with their normal day to day tasks.
Stuck in an anonymous hotel on the other side of the world for weeks on end, homesickness is a recognisable and accepted symptom. One of not belonging. Of being an outsider. Even when part of a group, and to some extent seemingly more insulated from the local culture, who amongst us have not lain awake at 4 a.m. body clock still tuned in to the noise of a background life still murmuring thousands of miles away. The ears automatically straining for those recognisable familiar sounds. The gurgle of the deep freeze unit; the snuffle of dogs moving in their sleep in the kitchen below. The distinctive tick of a favourite clock.
Those oh so minor background noises that suddenly seem to take on an intensely personal value. And then the understanding of this detached loneliness kick in. The mind unprepared for the sudden onrush of an unfamiliar emotion. The sudden desire to be far away from here - to be back amongst the familiar. Even to desire that tedium whilst instinctively understanding that its attraction will swiftly pall once again and be the catalyst for escape once more.
Homesickness will strike anywhere and at the strangest times. It’s not the distance from home that is the cause, although the stranger the surroundings, the more intense a catalyst. Or perhaps the expectation in a remote land provides some form of preparatory safeguard to watch out for the signs.
Perhaps it’s more an understanding that there is to be a semi-permanent separation from one’s chosen existence. An emotional mini-death of sorts? An exclusion.
I once had such an onrush barely five hours into train trip northwards at the sight of mother talking with her young children, despite my own being very much older, and ones that were bade farewell only that morning.
And despite increasing age/maturity along with degree of security of place and emotional stability, the feeling can still sneak up on my blind side and strike deep at times. And then, on some trips – totally unaffected.
How then to deal with it for those of us who need to escape the day to day routines? Especially those of us who travel solo, and as such will always be an outsider amongst the social cliques that form whenever more than a couple of people come together?
In my experience the first step is to recognise the feeling exists, and that it is a normal reaction, no matter whatever the trigger (in my case music is usually the cause) When that feeling wells up, accept it for what it is, don’t bother to dig into it, but gently acknowledge its existence, and then lay it to one side.
And then, as Cameron succinctly advises, don’t fester, get busy.
However minor the activity chosen, within minutes that emotion termed ‘homesickness’ drifts back to wherever it came from. It’s an approach that’s never failed me.
After the first attempt to break out into my consciousness any further outbreaks are somehow minimised to less subjective circumstances becoming more a reminder of the circumstance that describes my own existence. My basis for personal existence and community. A sort of comparative benchmark to check my frame of mind and acceptance of personal circumstance.
Surprisingly I’ve never had this feeling when wildcamping alone, far from others. But find it can especially strike when part of an enforced community. Such as leaving a strange pub, those within all familiar with their fellows and belonging, and myself leaving alone to go out into the darkness as I leave.
Or perhaps staying at a YHA, once an opportunity to meet fellow solo travellers, passing through from here to there; But these days so it seems, self contained groups safely insulated in their established inter-relational dynamics and thereby effectively excluding meaningful interaction with others that they meet.
So thanks Cameron for bringing this subject out into the open, where it can be recognised, examined, catalogued, and then put safely away in the box marked ‘Traveller’s Self-Help Kit’. Labels: Mental Health, TGO Magazine
Saturday, October 13
New Podcast & Love in a Tent Blog
Well it had to come. One of those dashed outdoor bloggers finally managed to link up a love of the outdoors with another passion (better look away now youngsters) S-E-X. The result - a book teasingly called Sex In A Tent.
Well Podcast Bob has thought it worthy enough of a podcast, and listening to author and blogger Michelle Waitzman it definitely sounds like she's carefully and tastefully considered a whole new angle on recreational activity outdoors. More than that I can't say at this time, the book not yet being available in the UK. But sounds interesting.
Whilst listening to the piece earlier today I was mulling over in the darker recesses of my mind (possibly a very apt location?) thinking over any of my own 'misdeeds' whilst out camping or backpacking.
Since Mrs H's motorcycle misadventures many years ago all my camping has been solo, especially when wildcamping. So any similarly themed excitement I can think of would, I suspect, have minimal appeal to those of you reading this. Solo that is.
And to be honest after a long day of backpacking, and the fell top wind and rain whistling past my ears my romantic inclinations are, to be blunt, nil.
But then I recalled an occasion many many years ago............
A hot and sultry summer day had been spent idly encamped near a secluded tarn, with an occasional dip to cool down. I'd not seen another walker for a couple of days now, and as darkness fell I cooked my evening meal, clothes unneccessary as the day's heat continued into the night.
As a result I remained firmly seated as an unexpected visitor suddenly appeared having ascended the narrow track behind my tent.
Our eyes exchanged glances as we said our hellos. I could tell from the way her gaze lingered longingly on my lap, my nudity sparingly covered by the plate and my meal remains, that I had something that she wanted. Perhaps needed. Her intention was clear.
I was, I admit, intrigued. For after many days alone in these hills contact with another was taken at face value, a welcome intrusion into my long term solitude.
She moved towards me breathing expectantly, eyes still feasting on my tanned limbs. And then her head slowly rubbed against my bare arm, and then my naked chest, moving downwards.
Gulp. What was I to do?
Submit to this stranger's desires, or protest and prepare to defend my honour?
There was no one else around. No likelihood of we two being surprised. Two strangers meeting in an unremarkable place. Ships in the night.
As her head continued to move still lower still my mind whirled with possibilities until something suddenly snapped me from this hypnotic revery and I firmly pushed her head away.
"No!" I shouted. "This can never be. It Must Not Happen".
For after all this had been my meal. And no bloody sheep was going to snaffle the tail end of my potato mash, no matter what the circumstances. Or how stunnng they may have looked after too long alone.
;-)
The podcast can be found here:
Sex
In A Tent
Download MP3 FileLabels: blog media
Bath. A visit amongst walking cornucopia?
When looking for new walking country the area around Bath was not one that had readily sprung to mind before. Seemingly rather too associated with the urban sprawl that is Bristol, the city of Bath has poured itself across the hollow surrounded by a ring of low lying hills. Not big hills you understand. But significant enough that my memories of previous visits all seem to start with a steep descent downwards to the city centre. Not a place for learner drivers worried by car hill starts and sliding clutch mastery.
I’ve stayed here a couple of times in the past, and travelled through literally scores of times on trips to Cornwall pre the building of the M5 motorway. But previous trips were all centre based for urban duties. And as a result I’d learnt two lessons about Bath.
Firstly. Almost without exception the centre shops seemed geared-up to the tourist trade, especially at the wealthier end of foreign tourist market. Or more accurately geared-up to fleece the unwary.
It seemed at one time that the free spending American or Japanese visitor drove the retailers of the city. Part of that grand tour that so delights a London based foreign traveller on a fixed schedule. To "do" the city of the Roman Spa bath, and more lately the Jane Austin heritage trail, usually via the pitiful stones of Stonehenge. Which as tasters of "real" English history are all piss poor examples, but probably a good grounding in what to expect as they shoot north via the Cotswolds for a flying visit to Stratford-upon-Avon, to "do" Shakespeare, and then off to Oxford before a return to the airport home having assimilated the key to the English psyche oh so well.
Or perhaps not. Eh?
As a result spending time in Bath could never be regarded as a cheap venture until one learns to avoid the shops and pay-to-view tourist hot spots, but instead enjoys for free such places as the Royal Crescent and the rest of the copious and still outstandingly remarkable Georgian architectural heritage. To walk amongst the outlying city streets beyond the main High Street area is simple to achieve, doesn’t need to cover any huge distances and is a simple way to get under the skin of those long dead architects whose legacy stands still so vibrant. And all for the price of a comfortable pair of walking shoes and an eye open to the feel for land, space and expressions of wealth and status.
Secondly, and I guess related to the first point, parking in Bath Is Not Cheap. Even when using the perimeter car parks - £8 for a five hour daytime visit anyone? Once again a reason to leave the car beyond the centre and use walking to explore at a leisurely pace those open spaces and back street architectural jewels often overlooked by the coach party visitor.
But this was the first time I’d both stayed outside the centre and remained for more than a few fleeting days. And I was pleasantly surprised by the extent of the green gaps separating Bath and Bristol. Not as expected the endless urban sprawl of a Bristol/Bath conurbation, but an area packed with many small and thriving villages along with the newer dormitory estates. A steady mix of village, and open countryside once away from the main A4 feeder route. Most of the villages, still remaining small, appear to be thriving, if their success can be based in the number of local pubs that still remain available to each area. And based on those conversations I heard around me local life still retains a predominantly rural outlook, despite their geographical position pincered between the two large population centres.
As the area’s OS map revealed with minimal research, the network of local footpaths is extremely rich. Add in the recent additions of more recent formal trails such as The Cotswold Way & Monarch Way, and the opportunity for a variety of almost inexhaustible circular day jaunts along country paths, with convenient lunchtime pub stops is easily achieved. Or perhaps a few linear routes with connecting local transport to return to the start?
For us, a local meander up to the viewpoint of Prospect Stile (OS Explorer 155: GR 713 684) taking in local footpaths near our holiday accommodation and passing along ancient hedgerows.
Onto the Cotswold Way as we left Bath Racecourse down to a fine ridge walk looking out over western Bath, in the distance the sight of hot air balloons being launched, slowly climbing up over the outskirts of Bath for their short flights in the sunlight. Making their way across the Avon valley.
And finally a short climb to the heady height of 218 m as we touched the small copse sitting atop Kelston Round Hill (OS Explorer 155: GR 710 676) There to sit and look across the wide panorama southwards, the Severn Bridge towers glinting in the afternoon sun, the Welsh hills rising darkly beyond, before an easy descent down to the pub and a return home.
Panorama? Now there’s a word I wouldn’t previously have associated with urban areas in the south of England (unless you include cliff top views of unending English Channel) And whilst the views were not of fellside peaks and deep valleys, the variety of landscape on offer is easily achieved at a fraction of the effort I’d normally expect. A genteel way to walk and then quietly watch the world unfold below. And still be home for tea.
Bath, as I mentioned at the outset, not an area that readily springs to mind for walking. But possibly one that is a well kept secret? Or perhaps just too easily overlooked by those of us who normally look for their walking challenge in those areas free from human habitation.
But with a little lateral thinking, the inherent variability of this landscape with its features and local antiquities, plus an enviable rights of way network, seem a distinct advantage for short breaks during those winter months and only a short distance from home.
A landscape that calls for future exploration I suspect.
Sunday, October 7
Balloon over Bath
Friday, October 5
A parting shot -Blog Action Day and the M62
Before I disappear off for a week, here's a couple of sites worth a thought.
2007 Blog Action Day has been organised by a core team of bloggers for October 15.
The aim - "In its inaugural year, Blog Action Day will be co-ordinating bloggers to tackle the issue of the environment by .....Publish a post on their blog which relates to an issue of their own choice pertaining to the environment .....and/or .....commit to donating their day’s advertising earnings to an environmental charity of their choice"
And as a complete contrast John Davies (a vicar of a small parish I believe) is Walking the M62
"I am currently walking the M62 motorway corridor, Hull back to Liverpool. Because I hope to learn to listen, because I hope to learn to see".
Most journey's have a objective. This is one of the more obtuse that I've come across, but possibly as valid as the LEJOG, in its own way? Labels: blog media, walks
Hip-pack Competition 2007 - Grand Awards
Plans to hire a major London venue for the grand prize winning were thrown into disarray by some 70s band (anyone remember Led Zep?) booking the venue. And thanks for asking but NO I didn't manage to get a ticket. Guess Knebworth '79 will have to be my last memory of them in full on rampage - sigh)
But to the task in hand. The final awards.
Despite flaky interest during the sunny and hot sultry nights of the year it seems all entrants decided that waiting for long dark and colder nights make more sense for ultra ultra lightweight camping.
Right. What a logical lot you are. Or does this blog attract would be masochists? LoL
And its interesting that the main contenders were all "newbies" to the outdoor blog scene. (What's up you oldies - all scaredy cats? Or been there done that already?)
Only one person managed to follow all the instructions to the letter. Well nearly. As the special e-mail hot line was only buzzing with activity when spammers spotted its existence (cheap viagra anyone - saves on tent poles apparently?)
But that aside - the spirit of the competition was observed to the full, and seems to have had its desired result in getting those involved to try something a little different on the outdoors theme. And have a bit of fun. Which was always the intention. And hopefully any discomfort that may have been experienced meant a few things were learnt for future occasions.
And so to the final results:
Mark over at lost-in-a-forest spent a relatively uneventful night at Cann Wood near Plymouth
A breakdown of his gear can be seen on his blog here; Mark's report on the outing can be found here and here. And this was the night's venue:
Total weight 1.454 kg (I just love that accuracy to 3 decimal places Mark!)
The jury particularly commended his creation of a new rucksack specifically for the challenge. And whilst applauding the innovative use of bin liners as waterproofs commented on the possibility of using them to double up as a groundsheet. And from the report provided he even managed most of a night's sleep.
And it was a night's sleep that seemed slightly more elusive for Gayle from M&G Go For A Walk dealing with the various wildlife to be found wandering past her night's pitch out on Cannock Chase.
A breakdown of Gayle's gear can be seen on here blog here and here with a report on the outing to be found here.
In this instance the jury commented on the tidiness of the gear on site, and the entrant's fortitude in sticking it out despite the rampant wildlife, and the tempting knowledge of a nice warm tent (and a nice warm partner?) in the vicinity.
Total weight 4.4 kg
There were other entries (well not a huge amount) but they were either abortive efforts or just a chance to give the bivvy approach a go without worrying about minimalist weight and a bit sneaky about the overnight accommodation
As to the general level of entry.
It was interesting that both the finalists were accompanied on their attempts by Podcast Bob's mp3 offerings. Highly suitable as he kindly provided the main prize a Nalgene Folding Canteen for this earlier in the year (and I happen to know he has the last few of these in stock - so grab them whilst they're still available)
And whilst the number of attempts reported to JH Towers was low (but highly select naturally) it was a noticeable increase on last year's entry (i.e. Nil) and has encouraged me to think about repeating this little game next year.
So any thoughts/feedback on how to improve it would be good. TGO challenge it will never be. But that's not the point here really. Is it now.
;-)
What's that? Who won? Oops nearly forgot. What a tease.
And the winner? Well you all were really. But in the end the Nalgene will be going to Mark, essentially for the lightest load.
But a special commendation prize will also be winging its way to Gayle - a copy of Ronald Turnbull's "The Book of The Bivvy"
Both prizes to be posted once this postal strike sorts itself out which will probably be after I return from next week's trip away in the wilds of Avon.
Bivvying? What in this weather? You must be kidding
;-)
Well done all - and thanks for your involvement in making this so much fun both for those involved, and those sat at home reading about it.
Nice one.Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Wednesday, October 3
Site update
Labels now added to the lower right hand links list. Saves hunting for that all essential stuff. Maybe.
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 2
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
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A Sunday afternoon stroll around Holmsley Enclosure in the New Forest.
Two minutes after a couple of noisy cyclists passed me by I happened upon this young stag in the middle of the forest track. The wind direction meant that the dog and the deer were didn't spot each other, giving me time to snap this with my mobile phone camera (hence the low quality)
Predictably the collie's reliance on nose over sight once again allowing me a brief glimpse of the local wildlife in an otherwise busy area.
Labels: New Forest
Blog move
Bearded Git, never one to stay in any single place too long it appears (makes a harder target?) has moved his blog yet again to here
At this rate I'll be making a small charge for all the blogsite link re-editing. Somewhere around the price of a pint methinks
;-)Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Saturday, October 20
Joe Simpson's new film - an exclusive viewing
......or at least that's what I thought at the time. But wait I'm getting slightly ahead of myself here.
Yes I'm back after a week in the semi-tamed wilderness better known as Liverpool. A city with oodles of civic initiatives and a population glowing with local pride. Just a pity that every sentence that I heard uttered in the city centre precincts seemed to be constructed around the use of the word F**k. At least once. But mostly repeated as a easy alternative to any other adjective.
And after my recent jaunt to the Bath/Bristol area, home of the Big Issue publication, Liverpool took the prize for the most number of BI sellers within the shortest distance. Affluence and poverty visible side by side. One street full of new shops and bright shiny places to spend money. The next blighted with decayed shopfronts and derelict buildings.
On my journey home via Manchester Airport, browsing W H Smith's for some light relief I managed to pick up October's issue of Cumbria "Lakeland's Favourite Magazine". A bonus as I usually only get to read this when I'm visiting the Lake District.
Oooooo! Inside a competition to win tickets to the big-screen film premiere in November at the Kendal Mountain Festival. A follow-up to 'Touching The Void' - 'The Beckoning Silence' adapted from Joe Simpson’s book, and created by the same team. A long shot maybe but my entry was completed and posted first thing this morning. After the hassle I had tracking down a viewing of TTV here in the deep south I was a little hopeful that this time I could not only see the film on its first showing, (isn't that what a premiere is?) but also get to see Joe Simpson 'in the flesh' on one of his rare public appearances.
So entry duly posted off early today. Fingers crossed. Because a win would be sufficient reason to stump-up the £150+ cost involved to travel to the festival.
Then later I catch up with the 'net news to find both Weird Darren and a thread on the Outdoors Magic forum casually mentioning that the "exclusive" will be shown a month ahead of the festival on Channel 4 on the evening of Mon 22 Oct.
So I guess that means that the premiere rating relates to the "big-screen" element. Shucks - a little disingenuous.
Never mind. Fingers still firmly crossed anyway.Labels: blog media, Lake District
Monday, October 15
Blog fame, or blog purgatory
I couldn't go wthout noting this one........
If you had 968 comments (as of earlier this evening) in response to one single post you'd think that the blogger concerned had hit the jackpot. Surely tapped into a real subject for discussion?
But somehow I think this particular example isn't one that the Harvey Goldsmith is that exuberabant about.Labels: blog media
A bit of a break
Well another break away from home as business takes me to a large northern city for the rest of the week, where I suspect my walking opportunities will be somewhat limited.
But then again. Where there's a will .......
;-)
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way (cont)
It was with some irritation I hit the footpath on the morning of Saturday October 5th, slightly ahead of a single horse rider who had just left the field attached to an adjacent bungalow.
I kept a good stomp up from the outset in an attempt to not impede their progress, and they quickly fell away behind me. Well as I said on the last post, the path was narrow in places. And as to why I didn’t wait for them to go ahead? Well ever tried following a horse for any distance? I’m all for smells of the countryside, but its nice to have the choice, rather than have it made for you.
Half a mile further along I swung onto an interconnecting Public Footpath, off the bridleway, ready to cross two fields towards a local road. Part of the 45 minute figure-of-eight route many locals have used for years - indeed footpaths that had been adopted by myself to safeguard their continued availability. So one in which I have a vested interest of care.
At a suitable point I stopped. Partly to pause and roll a cigarette in the morning sunshine. Partly to catch my breath after the early start to the stomp. But mostly I was curious to see what the rider would do next.
For I Had My Suspicions.
This path bordered crop fields and often carries traces of hoove prints, but to date there has never been any sign of the creators.
On this occasion my curiosity was rewarded as after a couple of minutes the rider turned off the bridleway to follow my own footsteps. She called to me as she rode up, seeking to bypass me and and go ahead. I suspect in part irritated herself that her daily ride had already been disrupted in some small way by my presence. A passing conversation then engaged as she cantered up and past me. I politely pointing out that the path (or more precisely the part of the field that she was now crossing) was off the Bridleway and had the status of a Public Footpath. This was countered with her argument as to why I was therefore using the path with two dogs!
What?
Oh what fun that comment sparked off as I chose my next words carefully and still most politely pointed out that myself and the dogs had every right to use the path. However she and her horse did not. And that if she wished to debate the differences concerning the statutory usage of Footpath V Bridleway I was more than happy to do so in detail having made myself aware of the key distinctions as part of my footpath adoption role.
Predictably her canter then broke into a gallop on across the field, but with a parting shot to the effect "Well I’m not hurting anybody doing this".
Of course the dear lady was correct in her own way, and seemed sure that her viewpoint was acceptable. This was a mature local adult rider, not some child from the local riding stable on an hour’s rental ride, unsure of their route, but trying to use bluster to cover up their lack of knowledge.
Later on, as I completed the loop of my walk, I again met the rider crossing the road as she re-entered her field. Her ride now complete. But there was a pointed aversion of the eyes, a refusal to recognise the presence of the dogs or myself. Must have been the traffic I guess? Or then again maybe not.
So was my action mean minded or petty to the extreme? And was she indeed correct in her assertion about her harmless action?
Better to ask the farmer whose crops are repeatedly trampled each year by repeated horse crossings, avoiding the narrow path that the pedestrians keep to along the the narrow strip of field edge.
And then during the wetter weather over the winter months ask the pedestrian trying to use this muddy path despite it now being churned up by the persistent use of heavy iron shoes.
But most of all ask the future users.
Because without recording this incident here any future attempt to get this footpath upgraded to a bridleway would be successful on the grounds that ‘usage is allowed as no one had ever had cause to complain’.
Well in this instance I did. And this is a formal statement of fact. One to which the Dorset County Council Rights Of Way Officer will be pointed in case of future questions as to accustomed usage.
For we all share the countryside. Mostly on a fair basis. But in some cases pressure groups will take advantage of poorly organised, or poorly informed groups despite any numerical supremacy. And those that care are often disheartened by the antics of those that do not, but expect the guardianship of such rights to be there at their whim.
This is nothing "serious" like a wind farm erection or closure of footpaths across private property. Just a single example of one walker making a stand, based on watching a public review hijacked by a minority interest. Standing up to prevent the rights of the many being ridden over roughshod. And please forgive the pun.
In my own little piece of the world it’s not a situation that I will sit back and allow to happen again now I understand more about the process and the spirit of the law.
And to balance this out a little. The New Forest, with miles of good bridleways and uninterrupted open land is a few miles down the road. Like the horse rider I use this particular route when time is short. But personally I prefer the open Forest land.
The riders of this locality however seem to be a little less flexible in their choice of trips out. Maybe.Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way
An oft-overlooked feature of this Internet gizmo is its use as a historic record.
True how enduring, or more importantly how permanent, it eventually turns out to be is very much a tale that has yet to be told. But as a means to document cultural and contemporary context it has undoubtedly expanded the ability of Joe Public to join in on that game previously enjoyed only by those with access within the traditional communication medias.
It can be hacked, spammed, and at times use for misinformation or even downright lies and libel. But an educated reader is able to collate a variety of views on a topic, sift the evidence, and then use their own intellect and experience to form a relatively well informed opinion outside of the normal information controls. And now this is done so very quickly (e.g. the recent protest in Burma)
But why my reflection at this moment in time?
Back in the 1990s I adopted a number of local footpaths. A central and local government initiatives were inviting members of the public to monitor and report on the state of local rights of way, and by their regular use ensure that such paths would continue to be available for all, rather than subject to future legal challenges to close or reroute them.
On the whole its been an easy task, with the local council taking note of any path blockages, usually fallen trees, and resolving them.
But one of these routes at the southern end of the Avon Valley Footpath as it moves towards Christchurch and bordering a dormitory estate, was the centre of a change of use a few years back. In places a narrow rise ‘n dip dirt track. Bounded by a small tree lined ditch on one side, and a tall earth bank forming the edge of the field border above. The path barely wide enough for two people to pass by without one giving way. A dirt track amongst the nettles basically.
But despite this, and with concerted lobbying by the local horse riding fraternity, backed by their national organisation, the public review process determined that this path should be upgraded to a Public Bridleway.
Now I’ve no issue with this where the path is suitable for shared pedestrian and horse traffic. But in this case the width of the path just would not permit it. At the public assessment much was made of prior usage made of the path by horse riders, despite little actual factual evidence to back it up. Furthermore the inspector's assessment of the path’s suitability for mixed traffic concluded somehow that the path width was acceptable.
As a result whilst out for a quiet stroll with the collies I’ve had occasions when I’ve been faced with rider(s) cantering straight down the path towards me. My only escape route a muddy ditch. And at times some brusque manners from the horse gentry who seem to have dropped their Ps & Qs like the large piles up steaming dung that now have to be avoided (Why it is dog shit is Bad, but horse shit is Good, when both are found on a country footpath?)
More to come on why a seemingly trivial incident has a value all its own. Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
Sunday, October 14
Traveller’s Travails – A cure for HomeSickness?
Surely the art of good writing is to achieve that elusive link betwixt writer and reader, to evoke a shared recognition of the human condition?
"Experience has taught me that when home sickness strikes I can either allow my mind to fester on it, or busy myself with other things"
An innocuous comment in Cameron McNeish ‘Wild Connection’ piece in November’s TGO magazine (extracted from "The Wilderness World of Cameron McNeish") But something that chimed a chord with my own particular experience.
An insignificant thought on the face of it, but a subject with the ability to destroy the enjoyment of an outdoors trip. Something that is rarely covered in the annals of outdoor writing usually covering daring-do feats in wild and oft foreign places. But with the increased ease to communicate via mobile phones one that can strike without warning.
I wouldn’t regard myself as that widely travelled. Over the years I’ve visited cultures in the USA, North Africa, and much of the Mediterranean. Fleeting sorties mostly. Enough to value the differences, and celebrate the commonality cross humanity. But at time the cultural differences can make one feel very much a stranger in a strange land.
Over recent years, busily raising a family, my trips away from home have mostly been within the UK. And with it a realisation that whilst travel does indeed broaden the mind, it’s more the act of removing oneself from the security blanket of home and the familiar that is at the heart of creating a traveller. An individual moving through life, anonymous for the most part amongst fellow humans busy with their normal day to day tasks.
Stuck in an anonymous hotel on the other side of the world for weeks on end, homesickness is a recognisable and accepted symptom. One of not belonging. Of being an outsider. Even when part of a group, and to some extent seemingly more insulated from the local culture, who amongst us have not lain awake at 4 a.m. body clock still tuned in to the noise of a background life still murmuring thousands of miles away. The ears automatically straining for those recognisable familiar sounds. The gurgle of the deep freeze unit; the snuffle of dogs moving in their sleep in the kitchen below. The distinctive tick of a favourite clock.
Those oh so minor background noises that suddenly seem to take on an intensely personal value. And then the understanding of this detached loneliness kick in. The mind unprepared for the sudden onrush of an unfamiliar emotion. The sudden desire to be far away from here - to be back amongst the familiar. Even to desire that tedium whilst instinctively understanding that its attraction will swiftly pall once again and be the catalyst for escape once more.
Homesickness will strike anywhere and at the strangest times. It’s not the distance from home that is the cause, although the stranger the surroundings, the more intense a catalyst. Or perhaps the expectation in a remote land provides some form of preparatory safeguard to watch out for the signs.
Perhaps it’s more an understanding that there is to be a semi-permanent separation from one’s chosen existence. An emotional mini-death of sorts? An exclusion.
I once had such an onrush barely five hours into train trip northwards at the sight of mother talking with her young children, despite my own being very much older, and ones that were bade farewell only that morning.
And despite increasing age/maturity along with degree of security of place and emotional stability, the feeling can still sneak up on my blind side and strike deep at times. And then, on some trips – totally unaffected.
How then to deal with it for those of us who need to escape the day to day routines? Especially those of us who travel solo, and as such will always be an outsider amongst the social cliques that form whenever more than a couple of people come together?
In my experience the first step is to recognise the feeling exists, and that it is a normal reaction, no matter whatever the trigger (in my case music is usually the cause) When that feeling wells up, accept it for what it is, don’t bother to dig into it, but gently acknowledge its existence, and then lay it to one side.
And then, as Cameron succinctly advises, don’t fester, get busy.
However minor the activity chosen, within minutes that emotion termed ‘homesickness’ drifts back to wherever it came from. It’s an approach that’s never failed me.
After the first attempt to break out into my consciousness any further outbreaks are somehow minimised to less subjective circumstances becoming more a reminder of the circumstance that describes my own existence. My basis for personal existence and community. A sort of comparative benchmark to check my frame of mind and acceptance of personal circumstance.
Surprisingly I’ve never had this feeling when wildcamping alone, far from others. But find it can especially strike when part of an enforced community. Such as leaving a strange pub, those within all familiar with their fellows and belonging, and myself leaving alone to go out into the darkness as I leave.
Or perhaps staying at a YHA, once an opportunity to meet fellow solo travellers, passing through from here to there; But these days so it seems, self contained groups safely insulated in their established inter-relational dynamics and thereby effectively excluding meaningful interaction with others that they meet.
So thanks Cameron for bringing this subject out into the open, where it can be recognised, examined, catalogued, and then put safely away in the box marked ‘Traveller’s Self-Help Kit’. Labels: Mental Health, TGO Magazine
Saturday, October 13
New Podcast & Love in a Tent Blog
Well it had to come. One of those dashed outdoor bloggers finally managed to link up a love of the outdoors with another passion (better look away now youngsters) S-E-X. The result - a book teasingly called Sex In A Tent.
Well Podcast Bob has thought it worthy enough of a podcast, and listening to author and blogger Michelle Waitzman it definitely sounds like she's carefully and tastefully considered a whole new angle on recreational activity outdoors. More than that I can't say at this time, the book not yet being available in the UK. But sounds interesting.
Whilst listening to the piece earlier today I was mulling over in the darker recesses of my mind (possibly a very apt location?) thinking over any of my own 'misdeeds' whilst out camping or backpacking.
Since Mrs H's motorcycle misadventures many years ago all my camping has been solo, especially when wildcamping. So any similarly themed excitement I can think of would, I suspect, have minimal appeal to those of you reading this. Solo that is.
And to be honest after a long day of backpacking, and the fell top wind and rain whistling past my ears my romantic inclinations are, to be blunt, nil.
But then I recalled an occasion many many years ago............
A hot and sultry summer day had been spent idly encamped near a secluded tarn, with an occasional dip to cool down. I'd not seen another walker for a couple of days now, and as darkness fell I cooked my evening meal, clothes unneccessary as the day's heat continued into the night.
As a result I remained firmly seated as an unexpected visitor suddenly appeared having ascended the narrow track behind my tent.
Our eyes exchanged glances as we said our hellos. I could tell from the way her gaze lingered longingly on my lap, my nudity sparingly covered by the plate and my meal remains, that I had something that she wanted. Perhaps needed. Her intention was clear.
I was, I admit, intrigued. For after many days alone in these hills contact with another was taken at face value, a welcome intrusion into my long term solitude.
She moved towards me breathing expectantly, eyes still feasting on my tanned limbs. And then her head slowly rubbed against my bare arm, and then my naked chest, moving downwards.
Gulp. What was I to do?
Submit to this stranger's desires, or protest and prepare to defend my honour?
There was no one else around. No likelihood of we two being surprised. Two strangers meeting in an unremarkable place. Ships in the night.
As her head continued to move still lower still my mind whirled with possibilities until something suddenly snapped me from this hypnotic revery and I firmly pushed her head away.
"No!" I shouted. "This can never be. It Must Not Happen".
For after all this had been my meal. And no bloody sheep was going to snaffle the tail end of my potato mash, no matter what the circumstances. Or how stunnng they may have looked after too long alone.
;-)
The podcast can be found here:
Sex
In A Tent
Download MP3 FileLabels: blog media
Bath. A visit amongst walking cornucopia?
When looking for new walking country the area around Bath was not one that had readily sprung to mind before. Seemingly rather too associated with the urban sprawl that is Bristol, the city of Bath has poured itself across the hollow surrounded by a ring of low lying hills. Not big hills you understand. But significant enough that my memories of previous visits all seem to start with a steep descent downwards to the city centre. Not a place for learner drivers worried by car hill starts and sliding clutch mastery.
I’ve stayed here a couple of times in the past, and travelled through literally scores of times on trips to Cornwall pre the building of the M5 motorway. But previous trips were all centre based for urban duties. And as a result I’d learnt two lessons about Bath.
Firstly. Almost without exception the centre shops seemed geared-up to the tourist trade, especially at the wealthier end of foreign tourist market. Or more accurately geared-up to fleece the unwary.
It seemed at one time that the free spending American or Japanese visitor drove the retailers of the city. Part of that grand tour that so delights a London based foreign traveller on a fixed schedule. To "do" the city of the Roman Spa bath, and more lately the Jane Austin heritage trail, usually via the pitiful stones of Stonehenge. Which as tasters of "real" English history are all piss poor examples, but probably a good grounding in what to expect as they shoot north via the Cotswolds for a flying visit to Stratford-upon-Avon, to "do" Shakespeare, and then off to Oxford before a return to the airport home having assimilated the key to the English psyche oh so well.
Or perhaps not. Eh?
As a result spending time in Bath could never be regarded as a cheap venture until one learns to avoid the shops and pay-to-view tourist hot spots, but instead enjoys for free such places as the Royal Crescent and the rest of the copious and still outstandingly remarkable Georgian architectural heritage. To walk amongst the outlying city streets beyond the main High Street area is simple to achieve, doesn’t need to cover any huge distances and is a simple way to get under the skin of those long dead architects whose legacy stands still so vibrant. And all for the price of a comfortable pair of walking shoes and an eye open to the feel for land, space and expressions of wealth and status.
Secondly, and I guess related to the first point, parking in Bath Is Not Cheap. Even when using the perimeter car parks - £8 for a five hour daytime visit anyone? Once again a reason to leave the car beyond the centre and use walking to explore at a leisurely pace those open spaces and back street architectural jewels often overlooked by the coach party visitor.
But this was the first time I’d both stayed outside the centre and remained for more than a few fleeting days. And I was pleasantly surprised by the extent of the green gaps separating Bath and Bristol. Not as expected the endless urban sprawl of a Bristol/Bath conurbation, but an area packed with many small and thriving villages along with the newer dormitory estates. A steady mix of village, and open countryside once away from the main A4 feeder route. Most of the villages, still remaining small, appear to be thriving, if their success can be based in the number of local pubs that still remain available to each area. And based on those conversations I heard around me local life still retains a predominantly rural outlook, despite their geographical position pincered between the two large population centres.
As the area’s OS map revealed with minimal research, the network of local footpaths is extremely rich. Add in the recent additions of more recent formal trails such as The Cotswold Way & Monarch Way, and the opportunity for a variety of almost inexhaustible circular day jaunts along country paths, with convenient lunchtime pub stops is easily achieved. Or perhaps a few linear routes with connecting local transport to return to the start?
For us, a local meander up to the viewpoint of Prospect Stile (OS Explorer 155: GR 713 684) taking in local footpaths near our holiday accommodation and passing along ancient hedgerows.
Onto the Cotswold Way as we left Bath Racecourse down to a fine ridge walk looking out over western Bath, in the distance the sight of hot air balloons being launched, slowly climbing up over the outskirts of Bath for their short flights in the sunlight. Making their way across the Avon valley.
And finally a short climb to the heady height of 218 m as we touched the small copse sitting atop Kelston Round Hill (OS Explorer 155: GR 710 676) There to sit and look across the wide panorama southwards, the Severn Bridge towers glinting in the afternoon sun, the Welsh hills rising darkly beyond, before an easy descent down to the pub and a return home.
Panorama? Now there’s a word I wouldn’t previously have associated with urban areas in the south of England (unless you include cliff top views of unending English Channel) And whilst the views were not of fellside peaks and deep valleys, the variety of landscape on offer is easily achieved at a fraction of the effort I’d normally expect. A genteel way to walk and then quietly watch the world unfold below. And still be home for tea.
Bath, as I mentioned at the outset, not an area that readily springs to mind for walking. But possibly one that is a well kept secret? Or perhaps just too easily overlooked by those of us who normally look for their walking challenge in those areas free from human habitation.
But with a little lateral thinking, the inherent variability of this landscape with its features and local antiquities, plus an enviable rights of way network, seem a distinct advantage for short breaks during those winter months and only a short distance from home.
A landscape that calls for future exploration I suspect.
Sunday, October 7
Balloon over Bath
Friday, October 5
A parting shot -Blog Action Day and the M62
Before I disappear off for a week, here's a couple of sites worth a thought.
2007 Blog Action Day has been organised by a core team of bloggers for October 15.
The aim - "In its inaugural year, Blog Action Day will be co-ordinating bloggers to tackle the issue of the environment by .....Publish a post on their blog which relates to an issue of their own choice pertaining to the environment .....and/or .....commit to donating their day’s advertising earnings to an environmental charity of their choice"
And as a complete contrast John Davies (a vicar of a small parish I believe) is Walking the M62
"I am currently walking the M62 motorway corridor, Hull back to Liverpool. Because I hope to learn to listen, because I hope to learn to see".
Most journey's have a objective. This is one of the more obtuse that I've come across, but possibly as valid as the LEJOG, in its own way? Labels: blog media, walks
Hip-pack Competition 2007 - Grand Awards
Plans to hire a major London venue for the grand prize winning were thrown into disarray by some 70s band (anyone remember Led Zep?) booking the venue. And thanks for asking but NO I didn't manage to get a ticket. Guess Knebworth '79 will have to be my last memory of them in full on rampage - sigh)
But to the task in hand. The final awards.
Despite flaky interest during the sunny and hot sultry nights of the year it seems all entrants decided that waiting for long dark and colder nights make more sense for ultra ultra lightweight camping.
Right. What a logical lot you are. Or does this blog attract would be masochists? LoL
And its interesting that the main contenders were all "newbies" to the outdoor blog scene. (What's up you oldies - all scaredy cats? Or been there done that already?)
Only one person managed to follow all the instructions to the letter. Well nearly. As the special e-mail hot line was only buzzing with activity when spammers spotted its existence (cheap viagra anyone - saves on tent poles apparently?)
But that aside - the spirit of the competition was observed to the full, and seems to have had its desired result in getting those involved to try something a little different on the outdoors theme. And have a bit of fun. Which was always the intention. And hopefully any discomfort that may have been experienced meant a few things were learnt for future occasions.
And so to the final results:
Mark over at lost-in-a-forest spent a relatively uneventful night at Cann Wood near Plymouth
A breakdown of his gear can be seen on his blog here; Mark's report on the outing can be found here and here. And this was the night's venue:
Total weight 1.454 kg (I just love that accuracy to 3 decimal places Mark!)
The jury particularly commended his creation of a new rucksack specifically for the challenge. And whilst applauding the innovative use of bin liners as waterproofs commented on the possibility of using them to double up as a groundsheet. And from the report provided he even managed most of a night's sleep.
And it was a night's sleep that seemed slightly more elusive for Gayle from M&G Go For A Walk dealing with the various wildlife to be found wandering past her night's pitch out on Cannock Chase.
A breakdown of Gayle's gear can be seen on here blog here and here with a report on the outing to be found here.
In this instance the jury commented on the tidiness of the gear on site, and the entrant's fortitude in sticking it out despite the rampant wildlife, and the tempting knowledge of a nice warm tent (and a nice warm partner?) in the vicinity.
Total weight 4.4 kg
There were other entries (well not a huge amount) but they were either abortive efforts or just a chance to give the bivvy approach a go without worrying about minimalist weight and a bit sneaky about the overnight accommodation
As to the general level of entry.
It was interesting that both the finalists were accompanied on their attempts by Podcast Bob's mp3 offerings. Highly suitable as he kindly provided the main prize a Nalgene Folding Canteen for this earlier in the year (and I happen to know he has the last few of these in stock - so grab them whilst they're still available)
And whilst the number of attempts reported to JH Towers was low (but highly select naturally) it was a noticeable increase on last year's entry (i.e. Nil) and has encouraged me to think about repeating this little game next year.
So any thoughts/feedback on how to improve it would be good. TGO challenge it will never be. But that's not the point here really. Is it now.
;-)
What's that? Who won? Oops nearly forgot. What a tease.
And the winner? Well you all were really. But in the end the Nalgene will be going to Mark, essentially for the lightest load.
But a special commendation prize will also be winging its way to Gayle - a copy of Ronald Turnbull's "The Book of The Bivvy"
Both prizes to be posted once this postal strike sorts itself out which will probably be after I return from next week's trip away in the wilds of Avon.
Bivvying? What in this weather? You must be kidding
;-)
Well done all - and thanks for your involvement in making this so much fun both for those involved, and those sat at home reading about it.
Nice one.Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Wednesday, October 3
Site update
Labels now added to the lower right hand links list. Saves hunting for that all essential stuff. Maybe.
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 2
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
At this rate I'll be making a small charge for all the blogsite link re-editing. Somewhere around the price of a pint methinks
;-)
Labels: blog media, UK Outdoors Blogger
Joe Simpson's new film - an exclusive viewing
......or at least that's what I thought at the time. But wait I'm getting slightly ahead of myself here.
Yes I'm back after a week in the semi-tamed wilderness better known as Liverpool. A city with oodles of civic initiatives and a population glowing with local pride. Just a pity that every sentence that I heard uttered in the city centre precincts seemed to be constructed around the use of the word F**k. At least once. But mostly repeated as a easy alternative to any other adjective.
And after my recent jaunt to the Bath/Bristol area, home of the Big Issue publication, Liverpool took the prize for the most number of BI sellers within the shortest distance. Affluence and poverty visible side by side. One street full of new shops and bright shiny places to spend money. The next blighted with decayed shopfronts and derelict buildings.
On my journey home via Manchester Airport, browsing W H Smith's for some light relief I managed to pick up October's issue of Cumbria "Lakeland's Favourite Magazine". A bonus as I usually only get to read this when I'm visiting the Lake District.
Oooooo! Inside a competition to win tickets to the big-screen film premiere in November at the Kendal Mountain Festival. A follow-up to 'Touching The Void' - 'The Beckoning Silence' adapted from Joe Simpson’s book, and created by the same team. A long shot maybe but my entry was completed and posted first thing this morning. After the hassle I had tracking down a viewing of TTV here in the deep south I was a little hopeful that this time I could not only see the film on its first showing, (isn't that what a premiere is?) but also get to see Joe Simpson 'in the flesh' on one of his rare public appearances.
So entry duly posted off early today. Fingers crossed. Because a win would be sufficient reason to stump-up the £150+ cost involved to travel to the festival.
Then later I catch up with the 'net news to find both Weird Darren and a thread on the Outdoors Magic forum casually mentioning that the "exclusive" will be shown a month ahead of the festival on Channel 4 on the evening of Mon 22 Oct.
So I guess that means that the premiere rating relates to the "big-screen" element. Shucks - a little disingenuous.
Never mind. Fingers still firmly crossed anyway.Labels: blog media, Lake District
Monday, October 15
Blog fame, or blog purgatory
I couldn't go wthout noting this one........
If you had 968 comments (as of earlier this evening) in response to one single post you'd think that the blogger concerned had hit the jackpot. Surely tapped into a real subject for discussion?
But somehow I think this particular example isn't one that the Harvey Goldsmith is that exuberabant about.Labels: blog media
A bit of a break
Well another break away from home as business takes me to a large northern city for the rest of the week, where I suspect my walking opportunities will be somewhat limited.
But then again. Where there's a will .......
;-)
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way (cont)
It was with some irritation I hit the footpath on the morning of Saturday October 5th, slightly ahead of a single horse rider who had just left the field attached to an adjacent bungalow.
I kept a good stomp up from the outset in an attempt to not impede their progress, and they quickly fell away behind me. Well as I said on the last post, the path was narrow in places. And as to why I didn’t wait for them to go ahead? Well ever tried following a horse for any distance? I’m all for smells of the countryside, but its nice to have the choice, rather than have it made for you.
Half a mile further along I swung onto an interconnecting Public Footpath, off the bridleway, ready to cross two fields towards a local road. Part of the 45 minute figure-of-eight route many locals have used for years - indeed footpaths that had been adopted by myself to safeguard their continued availability. So one in which I have a vested interest of care.
At a suitable point I stopped. Partly to pause and roll a cigarette in the morning sunshine. Partly to catch my breath after the early start to the stomp. But mostly I was curious to see what the rider would do next.
For I Had My Suspicions.
This path bordered crop fields and often carries traces of hoove prints, but to date there has never been any sign of the creators.
On this occasion my curiosity was rewarded as after a couple of minutes the rider turned off the bridleway to follow my own footsteps. She called to me as she rode up, seeking to bypass me and and go ahead. I suspect in part irritated herself that her daily ride had already been disrupted in some small way by my presence. A passing conversation then engaged as she cantered up and past me. I politely pointing out that the path (or more precisely the part of the field that she was now crossing) was off the Bridleway and had the status of a Public Footpath. This was countered with her argument as to why I was therefore using the path with two dogs!
What?
Oh what fun that comment sparked off as I chose my next words carefully and still most politely pointed out that myself and the dogs had every right to use the path. However she and her horse did not. And that if she wished to debate the differences concerning the statutory usage of Footpath V Bridleway I was more than happy to do so in detail having made myself aware of the key distinctions as part of my footpath adoption role.
Predictably her canter then broke into a gallop on across the field, but with a parting shot to the effect "Well I’m not hurting anybody doing this".
Of course the dear lady was correct in her own way, and seemed sure that her viewpoint was acceptable. This was a mature local adult rider, not some child from the local riding stable on an hour’s rental ride, unsure of their route, but trying to use bluster to cover up their lack of knowledge.
Later on, as I completed the loop of my walk, I again met the rider crossing the road as she re-entered her field. Her ride now complete. But there was a pointed aversion of the eyes, a refusal to recognise the presence of the dogs or myself. Must have been the traffic I guess? Or then again maybe not.
So was my action mean minded or petty to the extreme? And was she indeed correct in her assertion about her harmless action?
Better to ask the farmer whose crops are repeatedly trampled each year by repeated horse crossings, avoiding the narrow path that the pedestrians keep to along the the narrow strip of field edge.
And then during the wetter weather over the winter months ask the pedestrian trying to use this muddy path despite it now being churned up by the persistent use of heavy iron shoes.
But most of all ask the future users.
Because without recording this incident here any future attempt to get this footpath upgraded to a bridleway would be successful on the grounds that ‘usage is allowed as no one had ever had cause to complain’.
Well in this instance I did. And this is a formal statement of fact. One to which the Dorset County Council Rights Of Way Officer will be pointed in case of future questions as to accustomed usage.
For we all share the countryside. Mostly on a fair basis. But in some cases pressure groups will take advantage of poorly organised, or poorly informed groups despite any numerical supremacy. And those that care are often disheartened by the antics of those that do not, but expect the guardianship of such rights to be there at their whim.
This is nothing "serious" like a wind farm erection or closure of footpaths across private property. Just a single example of one walker making a stand, based on watching a public review hijacked by a minority interest. Standing up to prevent the rights of the many being ridden over roughshod. And please forgive the pun.
In my own little piece of the world it’s not a situation that I will sit back and allow to happen again now I understand more about the process and the spirit of the law.
And to balance this out a little. The New Forest, with miles of good bridleways and uninterrupted open land is a few miles down the road. Like the horse rider I use this particular route when time is short. But personally I prefer the open Forest land.
The riders of this locality however seem to be a little less flexible in their choice of trips out. Maybe.Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way
An oft-overlooked feature of this Internet gizmo is its use as a historic record.
True how enduring, or more importantly how permanent, it eventually turns out to be is very much a tale that has yet to be told. But as a means to document cultural and contemporary context it has undoubtedly expanded the ability of Joe Public to join in on that game previously enjoyed only by those with access within the traditional communication medias.
It can be hacked, spammed, and at times use for misinformation or even downright lies and libel. But an educated reader is able to collate a variety of views on a topic, sift the evidence, and then use their own intellect and experience to form a relatively well informed opinion outside of the normal information controls. And now this is done so very quickly (e.g. the recent protest in Burma)
But why my reflection at this moment in time?
Back in the 1990s I adopted a number of local footpaths. A central and local government initiatives were inviting members of the public to monitor and report on the state of local rights of way, and by their regular use ensure that such paths would continue to be available for all, rather than subject to future legal challenges to close or reroute them.
On the whole its been an easy task, with the local council taking note of any path blockages, usually fallen trees, and resolving them.
But one of these routes at the southern end of the Avon Valley Footpath as it moves towards Christchurch and bordering a dormitory estate, was the centre of a change of use a few years back. In places a narrow rise ‘n dip dirt track. Bounded by a small tree lined ditch on one side, and a tall earth bank forming the edge of the field border above. The path barely wide enough for two people to pass by without one giving way. A dirt track amongst the nettles basically.
But despite this, and with concerted lobbying by the local horse riding fraternity, backed by their national organisation, the public review process determined that this path should be upgraded to a Public Bridleway.
Now I’ve no issue with this where the path is suitable for shared pedestrian and horse traffic. But in this case the width of the path just would not permit it. At the public assessment much was made of prior usage made of the path by horse riders, despite little actual factual evidence to back it up. Furthermore the inspector's assessment of the path’s suitability for mixed traffic concluded somehow that the path width was acceptable.
As a result whilst out for a quiet stroll with the collies I’ve had occasions when I’ve been faced with rider(s) cantering straight down the path towards me. My only escape route a muddy ditch. And at times some brusque manners from the horse gentry who seem to have dropped their Ps & Qs like the large piles up steaming dung that now have to be avoided (Why it is dog shit is Bad, but horse shit is Good, when both are found on a country footpath?)
More to come on why a seemingly trivial incident has a value all its own. Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
Sunday, October 14
Traveller’s Travails – A cure for HomeSickness?
Surely the art of good writing is to achieve that elusive link betwixt writer and reader, to evoke a shared recognition of the human condition?
"Experience has taught me that when home sickness strikes I can either allow my mind to fester on it, or busy myself with other things"
An innocuous comment in Cameron McNeish ‘Wild Connection’ piece in November’s TGO magazine (extracted from "The Wilderness World of Cameron McNeish") But something that chimed a chord with my own particular experience.
An insignificant thought on the face of it, but a subject with the ability to destroy the enjoyment of an outdoors trip. Something that is rarely covered in the annals of outdoor writing usually covering daring-do feats in wild and oft foreign places. But with the increased ease to communicate via mobile phones one that can strike without warning.
I wouldn’t regard myself as that widely travelled. Over the years I’ve visited cultures in the USA, North Africa, and much of the Mediterranean. Fleeting sorties mostly. Enough to value the differences, and celebrate the commonality cross humanity. But at time the cultural differences can make one feel very much a stranger in a strange land.
Over recent years, busily raising a family, my trips away from home have mostly been within the UK. And with it a realisation that whilst travel does indeed broaden the mind, it’s more the act of removing oneself from the security blanket of home and the familiar that is at the heart of creating a traveller. An individual moving through life, anonymous for the most part amongst fellow humans busy with their normal day to day tasks.
Stuck in an anonymous hotel on the other side of the world for weeks on end, homesickness is a recognisable and accepted symptom. One of not belonging. Of being an outsider. Even when part of a group, and to some extent seemingly more insulated from the local culture, who amongst us have not lain awake at 4 a.m. body clock still tuned in to the noise of a background life still murmuring thousands of miles away. The ears automatically straining for those recognisable familiar sounds. The gurgle of the deep freeze unit; the snuffle of dogs moving in their sleep in the kitchen below. The distinctive tick of a favourite clock.
Those oh so minor background noises that suddenly seem to take on an intensely personal value. And then the understanding of this detached loneliness kick in. The mind unprepared for the sudden onrush of an unfamiliar emotion. The sudden desire to be far away from here - to be back amongst the familiar. Even to desire that tedium whilst instinctively understanding that its attraction will swiftly pall once again and be the catalyst for escape once more.
Homesickness will strike anywhere and at the strangest times. It’s not the distance from home that is the cause, although the stranger the surroundings, the more intense a catalyst. Or perhaps the expectation in a remote land provides some form of preparatory safeguard to watch out for the signs.
Perhaps it’s more an understanding that there is to be a semi-permanent separation from one’s chosen existence. An emotional mini-death of sorts? An exclusion.
I once had such an onrush barely five hours into train trip northwards at the sight of mother talking with her young children, despite my own being very much older, and ones that were bade farewell only that morning.
And despite increasing age/maturity along with degree of security of place and emotional stability, the feeling can still sneak up on my blind side and strike deep at times. And then, on some trips – totally unaffected.
How then to deal with it for those of us who need to escape the day to day routines? Especially those of us who travel solo, and as such will always be an outsider amongst the social cliques that form whenever more than a couple of people come together?
In my experience the first step is to recognise the feeling exists, and that it is a normal reaction, no matter whatever the trigger (in my case music is usually the cause) When that feeling wells up, accept it for what it is, don’t bother to dig into it, but gently acknowledge its existence, and then lay it to one side.
And then, as Cameron succinctly advises, don’t fester, get busy.
However minor the activity chosen, within minutes that emotion termed ‘homesickness’ drifts back to wherever it came from. It’s an approach that’s never failed me.
After the first attempt to break out into my consciousness any further outbreaks are somehow minimised to less subjective circumstances becoming more a reminder of the circumstance that describes my own existence. My basis for personal existence and community. A sort of comparative benchmark to check my frame of mind and acceptance of personal circumstance.
Surprisingly I’ve never had this feeling when wildcamping alone, far from others. But find it can especially strike when part of an enforced community. Such as leaving a strange pub, those within all familiar with their fellows and belonging, and myself leaving alone to go out into the darkness as I leave.
Or perhaps staying at a YHA, once an opportunity to meet fellow solo travellers, passing through from here to there; But these days so it seems, self contained groups safely insulated in their established inter-relational dynamics and thereby effectively excluding meaningful interaction with others that they meet.
So thanks Cameron for bringing this subject out into the open, where it can be recognised, examined, catalogued, and then put safely away in the box marked ‘Traveller’s Self-Help Kit’. Labels: Mental Health, TGO Magazine
Saturday, October 13
New Podcast & Love in a Tent Blog
Well it had to come. One of those dashed outdoor bloggers finally managed to link up a love of the outdoors with another passion (better look away now youngsters) S-E-X. The result - a book teasingly called Sex In A Tent.
Well Podcast Bob has thought it worthy enough of a podcast, and listening to author and blogger Michelle Waitzman it definitely sounds like she's carefully and tastefully considered a whole new angle on recreational activity outdoors. More than that I can't say at this time, the book not yet being available in the UK. But sounds interesting.
Whilst listening to the piece earlier today I was mulling over in the darker recesses of my mind (possibly a very apt location?) thinking over any of my own 'misdeeds' whilst out camping or backpacking.
Since Mrs H's motorcycle misadventures many years ago all my camping has been solo, especially when wildcamping. So any similarly themed excitement I can think of would, I suspect, have minimal appeal to those of you reading this. Solo that is.
And to be honest after a long day of backpacking, and the fell top wind and rain whistling past my ears my romantic inclinations are, to be blunt, nil.
But then I recalled an occasion many many years ago............
A hot and sultry summer day had been spent idly encamped near a secluded tarn, with an occasional dip to cool down. I'd not seen another walker for a couple of days now, and as darkness fell I cooked my evening meal, clothes unneccessary as the day's heat continued into the night.
As a result I remained firmly seated as an unexpected visitor suddenly appeared having ascended the narrow track behind my tent.
Our eyes exchanged glances as we said our hellos. I could tell from the way her gaze lingered longingly on my lap, my nudity sparingly covered by the plate and my meal remains, that I had something that she wanted. Perhaps needed. Her intention was clear.
I was, I admit, intrigued. For after many days alone in these hills contact with another was taken at face value, a welcome intrusion into my long term solitude.
She moved towards me breathing expectantly, eyes still feasting on my tanned limbs. And then her head slowly rubbed against my bare arm, and then my naked chest, moving downwards.
Gulp. What was I to do?
Submit to this stranger's desires, or protest and prepare to defend my honour?
There was no one else around. No likelihood of we two being surprised. Two strangers meeting in an unremarkable place. Ships in the night.
As her head continued to move still lower still my mind whirled with possibilities until something suddenly snapped me from this hypnotic revery and I firmly pushed her head away.
"No!" I shouted. "This can never be. It Must Not Happen".
For after all this had been my meal. And no bloody sheep was going to snaffle the tail end of my potato mash, no matter what the circumstances. Or how stunnng they may have looked after too long alone.
;-)
The podcast can be found here:
Sex
In A Tent
Download MP3 FileLabels: blog media
Bath. A visit amongst walking cornucopia?
When looking for new walking country the area around Bath was not one that had readily sprung to mind before. Seemingly rather too associated with the urban sprawl that is Bristol, the city of Bath has poured itself across the hollow surrounded by a ring of low lying hills. Not big hills you understand. But significant enough that my memories of previous visits all seem to start with a steep descent downwards to the city centre. Not a place for learner drivers worried by car hill starts and sliding clutch mastery.
I’ve stayed here a couple of times in the past, and travelled through literally scores of times on trips to Cornwall pre the building of the M5 motorway. But previous trips were all centre based for urban duties. And as a result I’d learnt two lessons about Bath.
Firstly. Almost without exception the centre shops seemed geared-up to the tourist trade, especially at the wealthier end of foreign tourist market. Or more accurately geared-up to fleece the unwary.
It seemed at one time that the free spending American or Japanese visitor drove the retailers of the city. Part of that grand tour that so delights a London based foreign traveller on a fixed schedule. To "do" the city of the Roman Spa bath, and more lately the Jane Austin heritage trail, usually via the pitiful stones of Stonehenge. Which as tasters of "real" English history are all piss poor examples, but probably a good grounding in what to expect as they shoot north via the Cotswolds for a flying visit to Stratford-upon-Avon, to "do" Shakespeare, and then off to Oxford before a return to the airport home having assimilated the key to the English psyche oh so well.
Or perhaps not. Eh?
As a result spending time in Bath could never be regarded as a cheap venture until one learns to avoid the shops and pay-to-view tourist hot spots, but instead enjoys for free such places as the Royal Crescent and the rest of the copious and still outstandingly remarkable Georgian architectural heritage. To walk amongst the outlying city streets beyond the main High Street area is simple to achieve, doesn’t need to cover any huge distances and is a simple way to get under the skin of those long dead architects whose legacy stands still so vibrant. And all for the price of a comfortable pair of walking shoes and an eye open to the feel for land, space and expressions of wealth and status.
Secondly, and I guess related to the first point, parking in Bath Is Not Cheap. Even when using the perimeter car parks - £8 for a five hour daytime visit anyone? Once again a reason to leave the car beyond the centre and use walking to explore at a leisurely pace those open spaces and back street architectural jewels often overlooked by the coach party visitor.
But this was the first time I’d both stayed outside the centre and remained for more than a few fleeting days. And I was pleasantly surprised by the extent of the green gaps separating Bath and Bristol. Not as expected the endless urban sprawl of a Bristol/Bath conurbation, but an area packed with many small and thriving villages along with the newer dormitory estates. A steady mix of village, and open countryside once away from the main A4 feeder route. Most of the villages, still remaining small, appear to be thriving, if their success can be based in the number of local pubs that still remain available to each area. And based on those conversations I heard around me local life still retains a predominantly rural outlook, despite their geographical position pincered between the two large population centres.
As the area’s OS map revealed with minimal research, the network of local footpaths is extremely rich. Add in the recent additions of more recent formal trails such as The Cotswold Way & Monarch Way, and the opportunity for a variety of almost inexhaustible circular day jaunts along country paths, with convenient lunchtime pub stops is easily achieved. Or perhaps a few linear routes with connecting local transport to return to the start?
For us, a local meander up to the viewpoint of Prospect Stile (OS Explorer 155: GR 713 684) taking in local footpaths near our holiday accommodation and passing along ancient hedgerows.
Onto the Cotswold Way as we left Bath Racecourse down to a fine ridge walk looking out over western Bath, in the distance the sight of hot air balloons being launched, slowly climbing up over the outskirts of Bath for their short flights in the sunlight. Making their way across the Avon valley.
And finally a short climb to the heady height of 218 m as we touched the small copse sitting atop Kelston Round Hill (OS Explorer 155: GR 710 676) There to sit and look across the wide panorama southwards, the Severn Bridge towers glinting in the afternoon sun, the Welsh hills rising darkly beyond, before an easy descent down to the pub and a return home.
Panorama? Now there’s a word I wouldn’t previously have associated with urban areas in the south of England (unless you include cliff top views of unending English Channel) And whilst the views were not of fellside peaks and deep valleys, the variety of landscape on offer is easily achieved at a fraction of the effort I’d normally expect. A genteel way to walk and then quietly watch the world unfold below. And still be home for tea.
Bath, as I mentioned at the outset, not an area that readily springs to mind for walking. But possibly one that is a well kept secret? Or perhaps just too easily overlooked by those of us who normally look for their walking challenge in those areas free from human habitation.
But with a little lateral thinking, the inherent variability of this landscape with its features and local antiquities, plus an enviable rights of way network, seem a distinct advantage for short breaks during those winter months and only a short distance from home.
A landscape that calls for future exploration I suspect.
Sunday, October 7
Balloon over Bath
Friday, October 5
A parting shot -Blog Action Day and the M62
Before I disappear off for a week, here's a couple of sites worth a thought.
2007 Blog Action Day has been organised by a core team of bloggers for October 15.
The aim - "In its inaugural year, Blog Action Day will be co-ordinating bloggers to tackle the issue of the environment by .....Publish a post on their blog which relates to an issue of their own choice pertaining to the environment .....and/or .....commit to donating their day’s advertising earnings to an environmental charity of their choice"
And as a complete contrast John Davies (a vicar of a small parish I believe) is Walking the M62
"I am currently walking the M62 motorway corridor, Hull back to Liverpool. Because I hope to learn to listen, because I hope to learn to see".
Most journey's have a objective. This is one of the more obtuse that I've come across, but possibly as valid as the LEJOG, in its own way? Labels: blog media, walks
Hip-pack Competition 2007 - Grand Awards
Plans to hire a major London venue for the grand prize winning were thrown into disarray by some 70s band (anyone remember Led Zep?) booking the venue. And thanks for asking but NO I didn't manage to get a ticket. Guess Knebworth '79 will have to be my last memory of them in full on rampage - sigh)
But to the task in hand. The final awards.
Despite flaky interest during the sunny and hot sultry nights of the year it seems all entrants decided that waiting for long dark and colder nights make more sense for ultra ultra lightweight camping.
Right. What a logical lot you are. Or does this blog attract would be masochists? LoL
And its interesting that the main contenders were all "newbies" to the outdoor blog scene. (What's up you oldies - all scaredy cats? Or been there done that already?)
Only one person managed to follow all the instructions to the letter. Well nearly. As the special e-mail hot line was only buzzing with activity when spammers spotted its existence (cheap viagra anyone - saves on tent poles apparently?)
But that aside - the spirit of the competition was observed to the full, and seems to have had its desired result in getting those involved to try something a little different on the outdoors theme. And have a bit of fun. Which was always the intention. And hopefully any discomfort that may have been experienced meant a few things were learnt for future occasions.
And so to the final results:
Mark over at lost-in-a-forest spent a relatively uneventful night at Cann Wood near Plymouth
A breakdown of his gear can be seen on his blog here; Mark's report on the outing can be found here and here. And this was the night's venue:
Total weight 1.454 kg (I just love that accuracy to 3 decimal places Mark!)
The jury particularly commended his creation of a new rucksack specifically for the challenge. And whilst applauding the innovative use of bin liners as waterproofs commented on the possibility of using them to double up as a groundsheet. And from the report provided he even managed most of a night's sleep.
And it was a night's sleep that seemed slightly more elusive for Gayle from M&G Go For A Walk dealing with the various wildlife to be found wandering past her night's pitch out on Cannock Chase.
A breakdown of Gayle's gear can be seen on here blog here and here with a report on the outing to be found here.
In this instance the jury commented on the tidiness of the gear on site, and the entrant's fortitude in sticking it out despite the rampant wildlife, and the tempting knowledge of a nice warm tent (and a nice warm partner?) in the vicinity.
Total weight 4.4 kg
There were other entries (well not a huge amount) but they were either abortive efforts or just a chance to give the bivvy approach a go without worrying about minimalist weight and a bit sneaky about the overnight accommodation
As to the general level of entry.
It was interesting that both the finalists were accompanied on their attempts by Podcast Bob's mp3 offerings. Highly suitable as he kindly provided the main prize a Nalgene Folding Canteen for this earlier in the year (and I happen to know he has the last few of these in stock - so grab them whilst they're still available)
And whilst the number of attempts reported to JH Towers was low (but highly select naturally) it was a noticeable increase on last year's entry (i.e. Nil) and has encouraged me to think about repeating this little game next year.
So any thoughts/feedback on how to improve it would be good. TGO challenge it will never be. But that's not the point here really. Is it now.
;-)
What's that? Who won? Oops nearly forgot. What a tease.
And the winner? Well you all were really. But in the end the Nalgene will be going to Mark, essentially for the lightest load.
But a special commendation prize will also be winging its way to Gayle - a copy of Ronald Turnbull's "The Book of The Bivvy"
Both prizes to be posted once this postal strike sorts itself out which will probably be after I return from next week's trip away in the wilds of Avon.
Bivvying? What in this weather? You must be kidding
;-)
Well done all - and thanks for your involvement in making this so much fun both for those involved, and those sat at home reading about it.
Nice one.Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Wednesday, October 3
Site update
Labels now added to the lower right hand links list. Saves hunting for that all essential stuff. Maybe.
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 2
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
Yes I'm back after a week in the semi-tamed wilderness better known as Liverpool. A city with oodles of civic initiatives and a population glowing with local pride. Just a pity that every sentence that I heard uttered in the city centre precincts seemed to be constructed around the use of the word F**k. At least once. But mostly repeated as a easy alternative to any other adjective.
And after my recent jaunt to the Bath/Bristol area, home of the Big Issue publication, Liverpool took the prize for the most number of BI sellers within the shortest distance. Affluence and poverty visible side by side. One street full of new shops and bright shiny places to spend money. The next blighted with decayed shopfronts and derelict buildings.
On my journey home via Manchester Airport, browsing W H Smith's for some light relief I managed to pick up October's issue of Cumbria "Lakeland's Favourite Magazine". A bonus as I usually only get to read this when I'm visiting the Lake District.
Oooooo! Inside a competition to win tickets to the big-screen film premiere in November at the Kendal Mountain Festival. A follow-up to 'Touching The Void' - 'The Beckoning Silence' adapted from Joe Simpson’s book, and created by the same team. A long shot maybe but my entry was completed and posted first thing this morning. After the hassle I had tracking down a viewing of TTV here in the deep south I was a little hopeful that this time I could not only see the film on its first showing, (isn't that what a premiere is?) but also get to see Joe Simpson 'in the flesh' on one of his rare public appearances.
So entry duly posted off early today. Fingers crossed. Because a win would be sufficient reason to stump-up the £150+ cost involved to travel to the festival.
Then later I catch up with the 'net news to find both Weird Darren and a thread on the Outdoors Magic forum casually mentioning that the "exclusive" will be shown a month ahead of the festival on Channel 4 on the evening of Mon 22 Oct.
So I guess that means that the premiere rating relates to the "big-screen" element. Shucks - a little disingenuous.
Never mind. Fingers still firmly crossed anyway.
Labels: blog media, Lake District
Blog fame, or blog purgatory
I couldn't go wthout noting this one........
If you had 968 comments (as of earlier this evening) in response to one single post you'd think that the blogger concerned had hit the jackpot. Surely tapped into a real subject for discussion?
But somehow I think this particular example isn't one that the Harvey Goldsmith is that exuberabant about.Labels: blog media
A bit of a break
Well another break away from home as business takes me to a large northern city for the rest of the week, where I suspect my walking opportunities will be somewhat limited.
But then again. Where there's a will .......
;-)
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way (cont)
It was with some irritation I hit the footpath on the morning of Saturday October 5th, slightly ahead of a single horse rider who had just left the field attached to an adjacent bungalow.
I kept a good stomp up from the outset in an attempt to not impede their progress, and they quickly fell away behind me. Well as I said on the last post, the path was narrow in places. And as to why I didn’t wait for them to go ahead? Well ever tried following a horse for any distance? I’m all for smells of the countryside, but its nice to have the choice, rather than have it made for you.
Half a mile further along I swung onto an interconnecting Public Footpath, off the bridleway, ready to cross two fields towards a local road. Part of the 45 minute figure-of-eight route many locals have used for years - indeed footpaths that had been adopted by myself to safeguard their continued availability. So one in which I have a vested interest of care.
At a suitable point I stopped. Partly to pause and roll a cigarette in the morning sunshine. Partly to catch my breath after the early start to the stomp. But mostly I was curious to see what the rider would do next.
For I Had My Suspicions.
This path bordered crop fields and often carries traces of hoove prints, but to date there has never been any sign of the creators.
On this occasion my curiosity was rewarded as after a couple of minutes the rider turned off the bridleway to follow my own footsteps. She called to me as she rode up, seeking to bypass me and and go ahead. I suspect in part irritated herself that her daily ride had already been disrupted in some small way by my presence. A passing conversation then engaged as she cantered up and past me. I politely pointing out that the path (or more precisely the part of the field that she was now crossing) was off the Bridleway and had the status of a Public Footpath. This was countered with her argument as to why I was therefore using the path with two dogs!
What?
Oh what fun that comment sparked off as I chose my next words carefully and still most politely pointed out that myself and the dogs had every right to use the path. However she and her horse did not. And that if she wished to debate the differences concerning the statutory usage of Footpath V Bridleway I was more than happy to do so in detail having made myself aware of the key distinctions as part of my footpath adoption role.
Predictably her canter then broke into a gallop on across the field, but with a parting shot to the effect "Well I’m not hurting anybody doing this".
Of course the dear lady was correct in her own way, and seemed sure that her viewpoint was acceptable. This was a mature local adult rider, not some child from the local riding stable on an hour’s rental ride, unsure of their route, but trying to use bluster to cover up their lack of knowledge.
Later on, as I completed the loop of my walk, I again met the rider crossing the road as she re-entered her field. Her ride now complete. But there was a pointed aversion of the eyes, a refusal to recognise the presence of the dogs or myself. Must have been the traffic I guess? Or then again maybe not.
So was my action mean minded or petty to the extreme? And was she indeed correct in her assertion about her harmless action?
Better to ask the farmer whose crops are repeatedly trampled each year by repeated horse crossings, avoiding the narrow path that the pedestrians keep to along the the narrow strip of field edge.
And then during the wetter weather over the winter months ask the pedestrian trying to use this muddy path despite it now being churned up by the persistent use of heavy iron shoes.
But most of all ask the future users.
Because without recording this incident here any future attempt to get this footpath upgraded to a bridleway would be successful on the grounds that ‘usage is allowed as no one had ever had cause to complain’.
Well in this instance I did. And this is a formal statement of fact. One to which the Dorset County Council Rights Of Way Officer will be pointed in case of future questions as to accustomed usage.
For we all share the countryside. Mostly on a fair basis. But in some cases pressure groups will take advantage of poorly organised, or poorly informed groups despite any numerical supremacy. And those that care are often disheartened by the antics of those that do not, but expect the guardianship of such rights to be there at their whim.
This is nothing "serious" like a wind farm erection or closure of footpaths across private property. Just a single example of one walker making a stand, based on watching a public review hijacked by a minority interest. Standing up to prevent the rights of the many being ridden over roughshod. And please forgive the pun.
In my own little piece of the world it’s not a situation that I will sit back and allow to happen again now I understand more about the process and the spirit of the law.
And to balance this out a little. The New Forest, with miles of good bridleways and uninterrupted open land is a few miles down the road. Like the horse rider I use this particular route when time is short. But personally I prefer the open Forest land.
The riders of this locality however seem to be a little less flexible in their choice of trips out. Maybe.Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way
An oft-overlooked feature of this Internet gizmo is its use as a historic record.
True how enduring, or more importantly how permanent, it eventually turns out to be is very much a tale that has yet to be told. But as a means to document cultural and contemporary context it has undoubtedly expanded the ability of Joe Public to join in on that game previously enjoyed only by those with access within the traditional communication medias.
It can be hacked, spammed, and at times use for misinformation or even downright lies and libel. But an educated reader is able to collate a variety of views on a topic, sift the evidence, and then use their own intellect and experience to form a relatively well informed opinion outside of the normal information controls. And now this is done so very quickly (e.g. the recent protest in Burma)
But why my reflection at this moment in time?
Back in the 1990s I adopted a number of local footpaths. A central and local government initiatives were inviting members of the public to monitor and report on the state of local rights of way, and by their regular use ensure that such paths would continue to be available for all, rather than subject to future legal challenges to close or reroute them.
On the whole its been an easy task, with the local council taking note of any path blockages, usually fallen trees, and resolving them.
But one of these routes at the southern end of the Avon Valley Footpath as it moves towards Christchurch and bordering a dormitory estate, was the centre of a change of use a few years back. In places a narrow rise ‘n dip dirt track. Bounded by a small tree lined ditch on one side, and a tall earth bank forming the edge of the field border above. The path barely wide enough for two people to pass by without one giving way. A dirt track amongst the nettles basically.
But despite this, and with concerted lobbying by the local horse riding fraternity, backed by their national organisation, the public review process determined that this path should be upgraded to a Public Bridleway.
Now I’ve no issue with this where the path is suitable for shared pedestrian and horse traffic. But in this case the width of the path just would not permit it. At the public assessment much was made of prior usage made of the path by horse riders, despite little actual factual evidence to back it up. Furthermore the inspector's assessment of the path’s suitability for mixed traffic concluded somehow that the path width was acceptable.
As a result whilst out for a quiet stroll with the collies I’ve had occasions when I’ve been faced with rider(s) cantering straight down the path towards me. My only escape route a muddy ditch. And at times some brusque manners from the horse gentry who seem to have dropped their Ps & Qs like the large piles up steaming dung that now have to be avoided (Why it is dog shit is Bad, but horse shit is Good, when both are found on a country footpath?)
More to come on why a seemingly trivial incident has a value all its own. Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
Sunday, October 14
Traveller’s Travails – A cure for HomeSickness?
Surely the art of good writing is to achieve that elusive link betwixt writer and reader, to evoke a shared recognition of the human condition?
"Experience has taught me that when home sickness strikes I can either allow my mind to fester on it, or busy myself with other things"
An innocuous comment in Cameron McNeish ‘Wild Connection’ piece in November’s TGO magazine (extracted from "The Wilderness World of Cameron McNeish") But something that chimed a chord with my own particular experience.
An insignificant thought on the face of it, but a subject with the ability to destroy the enjoyment of an outdoors trip. Something that is rarely covered in the annals of outdoor writing usually covering daring-do feats in wild and oft foreign places. But with the increased ease to communicate via mobile phones one that can strike without warning.
I wouldn’t regard myself as that widely travelled. Over the years I’ve visited cultures in the USA, North Africa, and much of the Mediterranean. Fleeting sorties mostly. Enough to value the differences, and celebrate the commonality cross humanity. But at time the cultural differences can make one feel very much a stranger in a strange land.
Over recent years, busily raising a family, my trips away from home have mostly been within the UK. And with it a realisation that whilst travel does indeed broaden the mind, it’s more the act of removing oneself from the security blanket of home and the familiar that is at the heart of creating a traveller. An individual moving through life, anonymous for the most part amongst fellow humans busy with their normal day to day tasks.
Stuck in an anonymous hotel on the other side of the world for weeks on end, homesickness is a recognisable and accepted symptom. One of not belonging. Of being an outsider. Even when part of a group, and to some extent seemingly more insulated from the local culture, who amongst us have not lain awake at 4 a.m. body clock still tuned in to the noise of a background life still murmuring thousands of miles away. The ears automatically straining for those recognisable familiar sounds. The gurgle of the deep freeze unit; the snuffle of dogs moving in their sleep in the kitchen below. The distinctive tick of a favourite clock.
Those oh so minor background noises that suddenly seem to take on an intensely personal value. And then the understanding of this detached loneliness kick in. The mind unprepared for the sudden onrush of an unfamiliar emotion. The sudden desire to be far away from here - to be back amongst the familiar. Even to desire that tedium whilst instinctively understanding that its attraction will swiftly pall once again and be the catalyst for escape once more.
Homesickness will strike anywhere and at the strangest times. It’s not the distance from home that is the cause, although the stranger the surroundings, the more intense a catalyst. Or perhaps the expectation in a remote land provides some form of preparatory safeguard to watch out for the signs.
Perhaps it’s more an understanding that there is to be a semi-permanent separation from one’s chosen existence. An emotional mini-death of sorts? An exclusion.
I once had such an onrush barely five hours into train trip northwards at the sight of mother talking with her young children, despite my own being very much older, and ones that were bade farewell only that morning.
And despite increasing age/maturity along with degree of security of place and emotional stability, the feeling can still sneak up on my blind side and strike deep at times. And then, on some trips – totally unaffected.
How then to deal with it for those of us who need to escape the day to day routines? Especially those of us who travel solo, and as such will always be an outsider amongst the social cliques that form whenever more than a couple of people come together?
In my experience the first step is to recognise the feeling exists, and that it is a normal reaction, no matter whatever the trigger (in my case music is usually the cause) When that feeling wells up, accept it for what it is, don’t bother to dig into it, but gently acknowledge its existence, and then lay it to one side.
And then, as Cameron succinctly advises, don’t fester, get busy.
However minor the activity chosen, within minutes that emotion termed ‘homesickness’ drifts back to wherever it came from. It’s an approach that’s never failed me.
After the first attempt to break out into my consciousness any further outbreaks are somehow minimised to less subjective circumstances becoming more a reminder of the circumstance that describes my own existence. My basis for personal existence and community. A sort of comparative benchmark to check my frame of mind and acceptance of personal circumstance.
Surprisingly I’ve never had this feeling when wildcamping alone, far from others. But find it can especially strike when part of an enforced community. Such as leaving a strange pub, those within all familiar with their fellows and belonging, and myself leaving alone to go out into the darkness as I leave.
Or perhaps staying at a YHA, once an opportunity to meet fellow solo travellers, passing through from here to there; But these days so it seems, self contained groups safely insulated in their established inter-relational dynamics and thereby effectively excluding meaningful interaction with others that they meet.
So thanks Cameron for bringing this subject out into the open, where it can be recognised, examined, catalogued, and then put safely away in the box marked ‘Traveller’s Self-Help Kit’. Labels: Mental Health, TGO Magazine
Saturday, October 13
New Podcast & Love in a Tent Blog
Well it had to come. One of those dashed outdoor bloggers finally managed to link up a love of the outdoors with another passion (better look away now youngsters) S-E-X. The result - a book teasingly called Sex In A Tent.
Well Podcast Bob has thought it worthy enough of a podcast, and listening to author and blogger Michelle Waitzman it definitely sounds like she's carefully and tastefully considered a whole new angle on recreational activity outdoors. More than that I can't say at this time, the book not yet being available in the UK. But sounds interesting.
Whilst listening to the piece earlier today I was mulling over in the darker recesses of my mind (possibly a very apt location?) thinking over any of my own 'misdeeds' whilst out camping or backpacking.
Since Mrs H's motorcycle misadventures many years ago all my camping has been solo, especially when wildcamping. So any similarly themed excitement I can think of would, I suspect, have minimal appeal to those of you reading this. Solo that is.
And to be honest after a long day of backpacking, and the fell top wind and rain whistling past my ears my romantic inclinations are, to be blunt, nil.
But then I recalled an occasion many many years ago............
A hot and sultry summer day had been spent idly encamped near a secluded tarn, with an occasional dip to cool down. I'd not seen another walker for a couple of days now, and as darkness fell I cooked my evening meal, clothes unneccessary as the day's heat continued into the night.
As a result I remained firmly seated as an unexpected visitor suddenly appeared having ascended the narrow track behind my tent.
Our eyes exchanged glances as we said our hellos. I could tell from the way her gaze lingered longingly on my lap, my nudity sparingly covered by the plate and my meal remains, that I had something that she wanted. Perhaps needed. Her intention was clear.
I was, I admit, intrigued. For after many days alone in these hills contact with another was taken at face value, a welcome intrusion into my long term solitude.
She moved towards me breathing expectantly, eyes still feasting on my tanned limbs. And then her head slowly rubbed against my bare arm, and then my naked chest, moving downwards.
Gulp. What was I to do?
Submit to this stranger's desires, or protest and prepare to defend my honour?
There was no one else around. No likelihood of we two being surprised. Two strangers meeting in an unremarkable place. Ships in the night.
As her head continued to move still lower still my mind whirled with possibilities until something suddenly snapped me from this hypnotic revery and I firmly pushed her head away.
"No!" I shouted. "This can never be. It Must Not Happen".
For after all this had been my meal. And no bloody sheep was going to snaffle the tail end of my potato mash, no matter what the circumstances. Or how stunnng they may have looked after too long alone.
;-)
The podcast can be found here:
Sex
In A Tent
Download MP3 FileLabels: blog media
Bath. A visit amongst walking cornucopia?
When looking for new walking country the area around Bath was not one that had readily sprung to mind before. Seemingly rather too associated with the urban sprawl that is Bristol, the city of Bath has poured itself across the hollow surrounded by a ring of low lying hills. Not big hills you understand. But significant enough that my memories of previous visits all seem to start with a steep descent downwards to the city centre. Not a place for learner drivers worried by car hill starts and sliding clutch mastery.
I’ve stayed here a couple of times in the past, and travelled through literally scores of times on trips to Cornwall pre the building of the M5 motorway. But previous trips were all centre based for urban duties. And as a result I’d learnt two lessons about Bath.
Firstly. Almost without exception the centre shops seemed geared-up to the tourist trade, especially at the wealthier end of foreign tourist market. Or more accurately geared-up to fleece the unwary.
It seemed at one time that the free spending American or Japanese visitor drove the retailers of the city. Part of that grand tour that so delights a London based foreign traveller on a fixed schedule. To "do" the city of the Roman Spa bath, and more lately the Jane Austin heritage trail, usually via the pitiful stones of Stonehenge. Which as tasters of "real" English history are all piss poor examples, but probably a good grounding in what to expect as they shoot north via the Cotswolds for a flying visit to Stratford-upon-Avon, to "do" Shakespeare, and then off to Oxford before a return to the airport home having assimilated the key to the English psyche oh so well.
Or perhaps not. Eh?
As a result spending time in Bath could never be regarded as a cheap venture until one learns to avoid the shops and pay-to-view tourist hot spots, but instead enjoys for free such places as the Royal Crescent and the rest of the copious and still outstandingly remarkable Georgian architectural heritage. To walk amongst the outlying city streets beyond the main High Street area is simple to achieve, doesn’t need to cover any huge distances and is a simple way to get under the skin of those long dead architects whose legacy stands still so vibrant. And all for the price of a comfortable pair of walking shoes and an eye open to the feel for land, space and expressions of wealth and status.
Secondly, and I guess related to the first point, parking in Bath Is Not Cheap. Even when using the perimeter car parks - £8 for a five hour daytime visit anyone? Once again a reason to leave the car beyond the centre and use walking to explore at a leisurely pace those open spaces and back street architectural jewels often overlooked by the coach party visitor.
But this was the first time I’d both stayed outside the centre and remained for more than a few fleeting days. And I was pleasantly surprised by the extent of the green gaps separating Bath and Bristol. Not as expected the endless urban sprawl of a Bristol/Bath conurbation, but an area packed with many small and thriving villages along with the newer dormitory estates. A steady mix of village, and open countryside once away from the main A4 feeder route. Most of the villages, still remaining small, appear to be thriving, if their success can be based in the number of local pubs that still remain available to each area. And based on those conversations I heard around me local life still retains a predominantly rural outlook, despite their geographical position pincered between the two large population centres.
As the area’s OS map revealed with minimal research, the network of local footpaths is extremely rich. Add in the recent additions of more recent formal trails such as The Cotswold Way & Monarch Way, and the opportunity for a variety of almost inexhaustible circular day jaunts along country paths, with convenient lunchtime pub stops is easily achieved. Or perhaps a few linear routes with connecting local transport to return to the start?
For us, a local meander up to the viewpoint of Prospect Stile (OS Explorer 155: GR 713 684) taking in local footpaths near our holiday accommodation and passing along ancient hedgerows.
Onto the Cotswold Way as we left Bath Racecourse down to a fine ridge walk looking out over western Bath, in the distance the sight of hot air balloons being launched, slowly climbing up over the outskirts of Bath for their short flights in the sunlight. Making their way across the Avon valley.
And finally a short climb to the heady height of 218 m as we touched the small copse sitting atop Kelston Round Hill (OS Explorer 155: GR 710 676) There to sit and look across the wide panorama southwards, the Severn Bridge towers glinting in the afternoon sun, the Welsh hills rising darkly beyond, before an easy descent down to the pub and a return home.
Panorama? Now there’s a word I wouldn’t previously have associated with urban areas in the south of England (unless you include cliff top views of unending English Channel) And whilst the views were not of fellside peaks and deep valleys, the variety of landscape on offer is easily achieved at a fraction of the effort I’d normally expect. A genteel way to walk and then quietly watch the world unfold below. And still be home for tea.
Bath, as I mentioned at the outset, not an area that readily springs to mind for walking. But possibly one that is a well kept secret? Or perhaps just too easily overlooked by those of us who normally look for their walking challenge in those areas free from human habitation.
But with a little lateral thinking, the inherent variability of this landscape with its features and local antiquities, plus an enviable rights of way network, seem a distinct advantage for short breaks during those winter months and only a short distance from home.
A landscape that calls for future exploration I suspect.
Sunday, October 7
Balloon over Bath
Friday, October 5
A parting shot -Blog Action Day and the M62
Before I disappear off for a week, here's a couple of sites worth a thought.
2007 Blog Action Day has been organised by a core team of bloggers for October 15.
The aim - "In its inaugural year, Blog Action Day will be co-ordinating bloggers to tackle the issue of the environment by .....Publish a post on their blog which relates to an issue of their own choice pertaining to the environment .....and/or .....commit to donating their day’s advertising earnings to an environmental charity of their choice"
And as a complete contrast John Davies (a vicar of a small parish I believe) is Walking the M62
"I am currently walking the M62 motorway corridor, Hull back to Liverpool. Because I hope to learn to listen, because I hope to learn to see".
Most journey's have a objective. This is one of the more obtuse that I've come across, but possibly as valid as the LEJOG, in its own way? Labels: blog media, walks
Hip-pack Competition 2007 - Grand Awards
Plans to hire a major London venue for the grand prize winning were thrown into disarray by some 70s band (anyone remember Led Zep?) booking the venue. And thanks for asking but NO I didn't manage to get a ticket. Guess Knebworth '79 will have to be my last memory of them in full on rampage - sigh)
But to the task in hand. The final awards.
Despite flaky interest during the sunny and hot sultry nights of the year it seems all entrants decided that waiting for long dark and colder nights make more sense for ultra ultra lightweight camping.
Right. What a logical lot you are. Or does this blog attract would be masochists? LoL
And its interesting that the main contenders were all "newbies" to the outdoor blog scene. (What's up you oldies - all scaredy cats? Or been there done that already?)
Only one person managed to follow all the instructions to the letter. Well nearly. As the special e-mail hot line was only buzzing with activity when spammers spotted its existence (cheap viagra anyone - saves on tent poles apparently?)
But that aside - the spirit of the competition was observed to the full, and seems to have had its desired result in getting those involved to try something a little different on the outdoors theme. And have a bit of fun. Which was always the intention. And hopefully any discomfort that may have been experienced meant a few things were learnt for future occasions.
And so to the final results:
Mark over at lost-in-a-forest spent a relatively uneventful night at Cann Wood near Plymouth
A breakdown of his gear can be seen on his blog here; Mark's report on the outing can be found here and here. And this was the night's venue:
Total weight 1.454 kg (I just love that accuracy to 3 decimal places Mark!)
The jury particularly commended his creation of a new rucksack specifically for the challenge. And whilst applauding the innovative use of bin liners as waterproofs commented on the possibility of using them to double up as a groundsheet. And from the report provided he even managed most of a night's sleep.
And it was a night's sleep that seemed slightly more elusive for Gayle from M&G Go For A Walk dealing with the various wildlife to be found wandering past her night's pitch out on Cannock Chase.
A breakdown of Gayle's gear can be seen on here blog here and here with a report on the outing to be found here.
In this instance the jury commented on the tidiness of the gear on site, and the entrant's fortitude in sticking it out despite the rampant wildlife, and the tempting knowledge of a nice warm tent (and a nice warm partner?) in the vicinity.
Total weight 4.4 kg
There were other entries (well not a huge amount) but they were either abortive efforts or just a chance to give the bivvy approach a go without worrying about minimalist weight and a bit sneaky about the overnight accommodation
As to the general level of entry.
It was interesting that both the finalists were accompanied on their attempts by Podcast Bob's mp3 offerings. Highly suitable as he kindly provided the main prize a Nalgene Folding Canteen for this earlier in the year (and I happen to know he has the last few of these in stock - so grab them whilst they're still available)
And whilst the number of attempts reported to JH Towers was low (but highly select naturally) it was a noticeable increase on last year's entry (i.e. Nil) and has encouraged me to think about repeating this little game next year.
So any thoughts/feedback on how to improve it would be good. TGO challenge it will never be. But that's not the point here really. Is it now.
;-)
What's that? Who won? Oops nearly forgot. What a tease.
And the winner? Well you all were really. But in the end the Nalgene will be going to Mark, essentially for the lightest load.
But a special commendation prize will also be winging its way to Gayle - a copy of Ronald Turnbull's "The Book of The Bivvy"
Both prizes to be posted once this postal strike sorts itself out which will probably be after I return from next week's trip away in the wilds of Avon.
Bivvying? What in this weather? You must be kidding
;-)
Well done all - and thanks for your involvement in making this so much fun both for those involved, and those sat at home reading about it.
Nice one.Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Wednesday, October 3
Site update
Labels now added to the lower right hand links list. Saves hunting for that all essential stuff. Maybe.
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 2
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
If you had 968 comments (as of earlier this evening) in response to one single post you'd think that the blogger concerned had hit the jackpot. Surely tapped into a real subject for discussion?
But somehow I think this particular example isn't one that the Harvey Goldsmith is that exuberabant about.
Labels: blog media
A bit of a break
Well another break away from home as business takes me to a large northern city for the rest of the week, where I suspect my walking opportunities will be somewhat limited.
But then again. Where there's a will .......
;-)
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way (cont)
It was with some irritation I hit the footpath on the morning of Saturday October 5th, slightly ahead of a single horse rider who had just left the field attached to an adjacent bungalow.
I kept a good stomp up from the outset in an attempt to not impede their progress, and they quickly fell away behind me. Well as I said on the last post, the path was narrow in places. And as to why I didn’t wait for them to go ahead? Well ever tried following a horse for any distance? I’m all for smells of the countryside, but its nice to have the choice, rather than have it made for you.
Half a mile further along I swung onto an interconnecting Public Footpath, off the bridleway, ready to cross two fields towards a local road. Part of the 45 minute figure-of-eight route many locals have used for years - indeed footpaths that had been adopted by myself to safeguard their continued availability. So one in which I have a vested interest of care.
At a suitable point I stopped. Partly to pause and roll a cigarette in the morning sunshine. Partly to catch my breath after the early start to the stomp. But mostly I was curious to see what the rider would do next.
For I Had My Suspicions.
This path bordered crop fields and often carries traces of hoove prints, but to date there has never been any sign of the creators.
On this occasion my curiosity was rewarded as after a couple of minutes the rider turned off the bridleway to follow my own footsteps. She called to me as she rode up, seeking to bypass me and and go ahead. I suspect in part irritated herself that her daily ride had already been disrupted in some small way by my presence. A passing conversation then engaged as she cantered up and past me. I politely pointing out that the path (or more precisely the part of the field that she was now crossing) was off the Bridleway and had the status of a Public Footpath. This was countered with her argument as to why I was therefore using the path with two dogs!
What?
Oh what fun that comment sparked off as I chose my next words carefully and still most politely pointed out that myself and the dogs had every right to use the path. However she and her horse did not. And that if she wished to debate the differences concerning the statutory usage of Footpath V Bridleway I was more than happy to do so in detail having made myself aware of the key distinctions as part of my footpath adoption role.
Predictably her canter then broke into a gallop on across the field, but with a parting shot to the effect "Well I’m not hurting anybody doing this".
Of course the dear lady was correct in her own way, and seemed sure that her viewpoint was acceptable. This was a mature local adult rider, not some child from the local riding stable on an hour’s rental ride, unsure of their route, but trying to use bluster to cover up their lack of knowledge.
Later on, as I completed the loop of my walk, I again met the rider crossing the road as she re-entered her field. Her ride now complete. But there was a pointed aversion of the eyes, a refusal to recognise the presence of the dogs or myself. Must have been the traffic I guess? Or then again maybe not.
So was my action mean minded or petty to the extreme? And was she indeed correct in her assertion about her harmless action?
Better to ask the farmer whose crops are repeatedly trampled each year by repeated horse crossings, avoiding the narrow path that the pedestrians keep to along the the narrow strip of field edge.
And then during the wetter weather over the winter months ask the pedestrian trying to use this muddy path despite it now being churned up by the persistent use of heavy iron shoes.
But most of all ask the future users.
Because without recording this incident here any future attempt to get this footpath upgraded to a bridleway would be successful on the grounds that ‘usage is allowed as no one had ever had cause to complain’.
Well in this instance I did. And this is a formal statement of fact. One to which the Dorset County Council Rights Of Way Officer will be pointed in case of future questions as to accustomed usage.
For we all share the countryside. Mostly on a fair basis. But in some cases pressure groups will take advantage of poorly organised, or poorly informed groups despite any numerical supremacy. And those that care are often disheartened by the antics of those that do not, but expect the guardianship of such rights to be there at their whim.
This is nothing "serious" like a wind farm erection or closure of footpaths across private property. Just a single example of one walker making a stand, based on watching a public review hijacked by a minority interest. Standing up to prevent the rights of the many being ridden over roughshod. And please forgive the pun.
In my own little piece of the world it’s not a situation that I will sit back and allow to happen again now I understand more about the process and the spirit of the law.
And to balance this out a little. The New Forest, with miles of good bridleways and uninterrupted open land is a few miles down the road. Like the horse rider I use this particular route when time is short. But personally I prefer the open Forest land.
The riders of this locality however seem to be a little less flexible in their choice of trips out. Maybe.Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way
An oft-overlooked feature of this Internet gizmo is its use as a historic record.
True how enduring, or more importantly how permanent, it eventually turns out to be is very much a tale that has yet to be told. But as a means to document cultural and contemporary context it has undoubtedly expanded the ability of Joe Public to join in on that game previously enjoyed only by those with access within the traditional communication medias.
It can be hacked, spammed, and at times use for misinformation or even downright lies and libel. But an educated reader is able to collate a variety of views on a topic, sift the evidence, and then use their own intellect and experience to form a relatively well informed opinion outside of the normal information controls. And now this is done so very quickly (e.g. the recent protest in Burma)
But why my reflection at this moment in time?
Back in the 1990s I adopted a number of local footpaths. A central and local government initiatives were inviting members of the public to monitor and report on the state of local rights of way, and by their regular use ensure that such paths would continue to be available for all, rather than subject to future legal challenges to close or reroute them.
On the whole its been an easy task, with the local council taking note of any path blockages, usually fallen trees, and resolving them.
But one of these routes at the southern end of the Avon Valley Footpath as it moves towards Christchurch and bordering a dormitory estate, was the centre of a change of use a few years back. In places a narrow rise ‘n dip dirt track. Bounded by a small tree lined ditch on one side, and a tall earth bank forming the edge of the field border above. The path barely wide enough for two people to pass by without one giving way. A dirt track amongst the nettles basically.
But despite this, and with concerted lobbying by the local horse riding fraternity, backed by their national organisation, the public review process determined that this path should be upgraded to a Public Bridleway.
Now I’ve no issue with this where the path is suitable for shared pedestrian and horse traffic. But in this case the width of the path just would not permit it. At the public assessment much was made of prior usage made of the path by horse riders, despite little actual factual evidence to back it up. Furthermore the inspector's assessment of the path’s suitability for mixed traffic concluded somehow that the path width was acceptable.
As a result whilst out for a quiet stroll with the collies I’ve had occasions when I’ve been faced with rider(s) cantering straight down the path towards me. My only escape route a muddy ditch. And at times some brusque manners from the horse gentry who seem to have dropped their Ps & Qs like the large piles up steaming dung that now have to be avoided (Why it is dog shit is Bad, but horse shit is Good, when both are found on a country footpath?)
More to come on why a seemingly trivial incident has a value all its own. Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
Sunday, October 14
Traveller’s Travails – A cure for HomeSickness?
Surely the art of good writing is to achieve that elusive link betwixt writer and reader, to evoke a shared recognition of the human condition?
"Experience has taught me that when home sickness strikes I can either allow my mind to fester on it, or busy myself with other things"
An innocuous comment in Cameron McNeish ‘Wild Connection’ piece in November’s TGO magazine (extracted from "The Wilderness World of Cameron McNeish") But something that chimed a chord with my own particular experience.
An insignificant thought on the face of it, but a subject with the ability to destroy the enjoyment of an outdoors trip. Something that is rarely covered in the annals of outdoor writing usually covering daring-do feats in wild and oft foreign places. But with the increased ease to communicate via mobile phones one that can strike without warning.
I wouldn’t regard myself as that widely travelled. Over the years I’ve visited cultures in the USA, North Africa, and much of the Mediterranean. Fleeting sorties mostly. Enough to value the differences, and celebrate the commonality cross humanity. But at time the cultural differences can make one feel very much a stranger in a strange land.
Over recent years, busily raising a family, my trips away from home have mostly been within the UK. And with it a realisation that whilst travel does indeed broaden the mind, it’s more the act of removing oneself from the security blanket of home and the familiar that is at the heart of creating a traveller. An individual moving through life, anonymous for the most part amongst fellow humans busy with their normal day to day tasks.
Stuck in an anonymous hotel on the other side of the world for weeks on end, homesickness is a recognisable and accepted symptom. One of not belonging. Of being an outsider. Even when part of a group, and to some extent seemingly more insulated from the local culture, who amongst us have not lain awake at 4 a.m. body clock still tuned in to the noise of a background life still murmuring thousands of miles away. The ears automatically straining for those recognisable familiar sounds. The gurgle of the deep freeze unit; the snuffle of dogs moving in their sleep in the kitchen below. The distinctive tick of a favourite clock.
Those oh so minor background noises that suddenly seem to take on an intensely personal value. And then the understanding of this detached loneliness kick in. The mind unprepared for the sudden onrush of an unfamiliar emotion. The sudden desire to be far away from here - to be back amongst the familiar. Even to desire that tedium whilst instinctively understanding that its attraction will swiftly pall once again and be the catalyst for escape once more.
Homesickness will strike anywhere and at the strangest times. It’s not the distance from home that is the cause, although the stranger the surroundings, the more intense a catalyst. Or perhaps the expectation in a remote land provides some form of preparatory safeguard to watch out for the signs.
Perhaps it’s more an understanding that there is to be a semi-permanent separation from one’s chosen existence. An emotional mini-death of sorts? An exclusion.
I once had such an onrush barely five hours into train trip northwards at the sight of mother talking with her young children, despite my own being very much older, and ones that were bade farewell only that morning.
And despite increasing age/maturity along with degree of security of place and emotional stability, the feeling can still sneak up on my blind side and strike deep at times. And then, on some trips – totally unaffected.
How then to deal with it for those of us who need to escape the day to day routines? Especially those of us who travel solo, and as such will always be an outsider amongst the social cliques that form whenever more than a couple of people come together?
In my experience the first step is to recognise the feeling exists, and that it is a normal reaction, no matter whatever the trigger (in my case music is usually the cause) When that feeling wells up, accept it for what it is, don’t bother to dig into it, but gently acknowledge its existence, and then lay it to one side.
And then, as Cameron succinctly advises, don’t fester, get busy.
However minor the activity chosen, within minutes that emotion termed ‘homesickness’ drifts back to wherever it came from. It’s an approach that’s never failed me.
After the first attempt to break out into my consciousness any further outbreaks are somehow minimised to less subjective circumstances becoming more a reminder of the circumstance that describes my own existence. My basis for personal existence and community. A sort of comparative benchmark to check my frame of mind and acceptance of personal circumstance.
Surprisingly I’ve never had this feeling when wildcamping alone, far from others. But find it can especially strike when part of an enforced community. Such as leaving a strange pub, those within all familiar with their fellows and belonging, and myself leaving alone to go out into the darkness as I leave.
Or perhaps staying at a YHA, once an opportunity to meet fellow solo travellers, passing through from here to there; But these days so it seems, self contained groups safely insulated in their established inter-relational dynamics and thereby effectively excluding meaningful interaction with others that they meet.
So thanks Cameron for bringing this subject out into the open, where it can be recognised, examined, catalogued, and then put safely away in the box marked ‘Traveller’s Self-Help Kit’. Labels: Mental Health, TGO Magazine
Saturday, October 13
New Podcast & Love in a Tent Blog
Well it had to come. One of those dashed outdoor bloggers finally managed to link up a love of the outdoors with another passion (better look away now youngsters) S-E-X. The result - a book teasingly called Sex In A Tent.
Well Podcast Bob has thought it worthy enough of a podcast, and listening to author and blogger Michelle Waitzman it definitely sounds like she's carefully and tastefully considered a whole new angle on recreational activity outdoors. More than that I can't say at this time, the book not yet being available in the UK. But sounds interesting.
Whilst listening to the piece earlier today I was mulling over in the darker recesses of my mind (possibly a very apt location?) thinking over any of my own 'misdeeds' whilst out camping or backpacking.
Since Mrs H's motorcycle misadventures many years ago all my camping has been solo, especially when wildcamping. So any similarly themed excitement I can think of would, I suspect, have minimal appeal to those of you reading this. Solo that is.
And to be honest after a long day of backpacking, and the fell top wind and rain whistling past my ears my romantic inclinations are, to be blunt, nil.
But then I recalled an occasion many many years ago............
A hot and sultry summer day had been spent idly encamped near a secluded tarn, with an occasional dip to cool down. I'd not seen another walker for a couple of days now, and as darkness fell I cooked my evening meal, clothes unneccessary as the day's heat continued into the night.
As a result I remained firmly seated as an unexpected visitor suddenly appeared having ascended the narrow track behind my tent.
Our eyes exchanged glances as we said our hellos. I could tell from the way her gaze lingered longingly on my lap, my nudity sparingly covered by the plate and my meal remains, that I had something that she wanted. Perhaps needed. Her intention was clear.
I was, I admit, intrigued. For after many days alone in these hills contact with another was taken at face value, a welcome intrusion into my long term solitude.
She moved towards me breathing expectantly, eyes still feasting on my tanned limbs. And then her head slowly rubbed against my bare arm, and then my naked chest, moving downwards.
Gulp. What was I to do?
Submit to this stranger's desires, or protest and prepare to defend my honour?
There was no one else around. No likelihood of we two being surprised. Two strangers meeting in an unremarkable place. Ships in the night.
As her head continued to move still lower still my mind whirled with possibilities until something suddenly snapped me from this hypnotic revery and I firmly pushed her head away.
"No!" I shouted. "This can never be. It Must Not Happen".
For after all this had been my meal. And no bloody sheep was going to snaffle the tail end of my potato mash, no matter what the circumstances. Or how stunnng they may have looked after too long alone.
;-)
The podcast can be found here:
Sex
In A Tent
Download MP3 FileLabels: blog media
Bath. A visit amongst walking cornucopia?
When looking for new walking country the area around Bath was not one that had readily sprung to mind before. Seemingly rather too associated with the urban sprawl that is Bristol, the city of Bath has poured itself across the hollow surrounded by a ring of low lying hills. Not big hills you understand. But significant enough that my memories of previous visits all seem to start with a steep descent downwards to the city centre. Not a place for learner drivers worried by car hill starts and sliding clutch mastery.
I’ve stayed here a couple of times in the past, and travelled through literally scores of times on trips to Cornwall pre the building of the M5 motorway. But previous trips were all centre based for urban duties. And as a result I’d learnt two lessons about Bath.
Firstly. Almost without exception the centre shops seemed geared-up to the tourist trade, especially at the wealthier end of foreign tourist market. Or more accurately geared-up to fleece the unwary.
It seemed at one time that the free spending American or Japanese visitor drove the retailers of the city. Part of that grand tour that so delights a London based foreign traveller on a fixed schedule. To "do" the city of the Roman Spa bath, and more lately the Jane Austin heritage trail, usually via the pitiful stones of Stonehenge. Which as tasters of "real" English history are all piss poor examples, but probably a good grounding in what to expect as they shoot north via the Cotswolds for a flying visit to Stratford-upon-Avon, to "do" Shakespeare, and then off to Oxford before a return to the airport home having assimilated the key to the English psyche oh so well.
Or perhaps not. Eh?
As a result spending time in Bath could never be regarded as a cheap venture until one learns to avoid the shops and pay-to-view tourist hot spots, but instead enjoys for free such places as the Royal Crescent and the rest of the copious and still outstandingly remarkable Georgian architectural heritage. To walk amongst the outlying city streets beyond the main High Street area is simple to achieve, doesn’t need to cover any huge distances and is a simple way to get under the skin of those long dead architects whose legacy stands still so vibrant. And all for the price of a comfortable pair of walking shoes and an eye open to the feel for land, space and expressions of wealth and status.
Secondly, and I guess related to the first point, parking in Bath Is Not Cheap. Even when using the perimeter car parks - £8 for a five hour daytime visit anyone? Once again a reason to leave the car beyond the centre and use walking to explore at a leisurely pace those open spaces and back street architectural jewels often overlooked by the coach party visitor.
But this was the first time I’d both stayed outside the centre and remained for more than a few fleeting days. And I was pleasantly surprised by the extent of the green gaps separating Bath and Bristol. Not as expected the endless urban sprawl of a Bristol/Bath conurbation, but an area packed with many small and thriving villages along with the newer dormitory estates. A steady mix of village, and open countryside once away from the main A4 feeder route. Most of the villages, still remaining small, appear to be thriving, if their success can be based in the number of local pubs that still remain available to each area. And based on those conversations I heard around me local life still retains a predominantly rural outlook, despite their geographical position pincered between the two large population centres.
As the area’s OS map revealed with minimal research, the network of local footpaths is extremely rich. Add in the recent additions of more recent formal trails such as The Cotswold Way & Monarch Way, and the opportunity for a variety of almost inexhaustible circular day jaunts along country paths, with convenient lunchtime pub stops is easily achieved. Or perhaps a few linear routes with connecting local transport to return to the start?
For us, a local meander up to the viewpoint of Prospect Stile (OS Explorer 155: GR 713 684) taking in local footpaths near our holiday accommodation and passing along ancient hedgerows.
Onto the Cotswold Way as we left Bath Racecourse down to a fine ridge walk looking out over western Bath, in the distance the sight of hot air balloons being launched, slowly climbing up over the outskirts of Bath for their short flights in the sunlight. Making their way across the Avon valley.
And finally a short climb to the heady height of 218 m as we touched the small copse sitting atop Kelston Round Hill (OS Explorer 155: GR 710 676) There to sit and look across the wide panorama southwards, the Severn Bridge towers glinting in the afternoon sun, the Welsh hills rising darkly beyond, before an easy descent down to the pub and a return home.
Panorama? Now there’s a word I wouldn’t previously have associated with urban areas in the south of England (unless you include cliff top views of unending English Channel) And whilst the views were not of fellside peaks and deep valleys, the variety of landscape on offer is easily achieved at a fraction of the effort I’d normally expect. A genteel way to walk and then quietly watch the world unfold below. And still be home for tea.
Bath, as I mentioned at the outset, not an area that readily springs to mind for walking. But possibly one that is a well kept secret? Or perhaps just too easily overlooked by those of us who normally look for their walking challenge in those areas free from human habitation.
But with a little lateral thinking, the inherent variability of this landscape with its features and local antiquities, plus an enviable rights of way network, seem a distinct advantage for short breaks during those winter months and only a short distance from home.
A landscape that calls for future exploration I suspect.
Sunday, October 7
Balloon over Bath
Friday, October 5
A parting shot -Blog Action Day and the M62
Before I disappear off for a week, here's a couple of sites worth a thought.
2007 Blog Action Day has been organised by a core team of bloggers for October 15.
The aim - "In its inaugural year, Blog Action Day will be co-ordinating bloggers to tackle the issue of the environment by .....Publish a post on their blog which relates to an issue of their own choice pertaining to the environment .....and/or .....commit to donating their day’s advertising earnings to an environmental charity of their choice"
And as a complete contrast John Davies (a vicar of a small parish I believe) is Walking the M62
"I am currently walking the M62 motorway corridor, Hull back to Liverpool. Because I hope to learn to listen, because I hope to learn to see".
Most journey's have a objective. This is one of the more obtuse that I've come across, but possibly as valid as the LEJOG, in its own way? Labels: blog media, walks
Hip-pack Competition 2007 - Grand Awards
Plans to hire a major London venue for the grand prize winning were thrown into disarray by some 70s band (anyone remember Led Zep?) booking the venue. And thanks for asking but NO I didn't manage to get a ticket. Guess Knebworth '79 will have to be my last memory of them in full on rampage - sigh)
But to the task in hand. The final awards.
Despite flaky interest during the sunny and hot sultry nights of the year it seems all entrants decided that waiting for long dark and colder nights make more sense for ultra ultra lightweight camping.
Right. What a logical lot you are. Or does this blog attract would be masochists? LoL
And its interesting that the main contenders were all "newbies" to the outdoor blog scene. (What's up you oldies - all scaredy cats? Or been there done that already?)
Only one person managed to follow all the instructions to the letter. Well nearly. As the special e-mail hot line was only buzzing with activity when spammers spotted its existence (cheap viagra anyone - saves on tent poles apparently?)
But that aside - the spirit of the competition was observed to the full, and seems to have had its desired result in getting those involved to try something a little different on the outdoors theme. And have a bit of fun. Which was always the intention. And hopefully any discomfort that may have been experienced meant a few things were learnt for future occasions.
And so to the final results:
Mark over at lost-in-a-forest spent a relatively uneventful night at Cann Wood near Plymouth
A breakdown of his gear can be seen on his blog here; Mark's report on the outing can be found here and here. And this was the night's venue:
Total weight 1.454 kg (I just love that accuracy to 3 decimal places Mark!)
The jury particularly commended his creation of a new rucksack specifically for the challenge. And whilst applauding the innovative use of bin liners as waterproofs commented on the possibility of using them to double up as a groundsheet. And from the report provided he even managed most of a night's sleep.
And it was a night's sleep that seemed slightly more elusive for Gayle from M&G Go For A Walk dealing with the various wildlife to be found wandering past her night's pitch out on Cannock Chase.
A breakdown of Gayle's gear can be seen on here blog here and here with a report on the outing to be found here.
In this instance the jury commented on the tidiness of the gear on site, and the entrant's fortitude in sticking it out despite the rampant wildlife, and the tempting knowledge of a nice warm tent (and a nice warm partner?) in the vicinity.
Total weight 4.4 kg
There were other entries (well not a huge amount) but they were either abortive efforts or just a chance to give the bivvy approach a go without worrying about minimalist weight and a bit sneaky about the overnight accommodation
As to the general level of entry.
It was interesting that both the finalists were accompanied on their attempts by Podcast Bob's mp3 offerings. Highly suitable as he kindly provided the main prize a Nalgene Folding Canteen for this earlier in the year (and I happen to know he has the last few of these in stock - so grab them whilst they're still available)
And whilst the number of attempts reported to JH Towers was low (but highly select naturally) it was a noticeable increase on last year's entry (i.e. Nil) and has encouraged me to think about repeating this little game next year.
So any thoughts/feedback on how to improve it would be good. TGO challenge it will never be. But that's not the point here really. Is it now.
;-)
What's that? Who won? Oops nearly forgot. What a tease.
And the winner? Well you all were really. But in the end the Nalgene will be going to Mark, essentially for the lightest load.
But a special commendation prize will also be winging its way to Gayle - a copy of Ronald Turnbull's "The Book of The Bivvy"
Both prizes to be posted once this postal strike sorts itself out which will probably be after I return from next week's trip away in the wilds of Avon.
Bivvying? What in this weather? You must be kidding
;-)
Well done all - and thanks for your involvement in making this so much fun both for those involved, and those sat at home reading about it.
Nice one.Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Wednesday, October 3
Site update
Labels now added to the lower right hand links list. Saves hunting for that all essential stuff. Maybe.
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 2
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
But then again. Where there's a will .......
;-)
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way (cont)
It was with some irritation I hit the footpath on the morning of Saturday October 5th, slightly ahead of a single horse rider who had just left the field attached to an adjacent bungalow.
I kept a good stomp up from the outset in an attempt to not impede their progress, and they quickly fell away behind me. Well as I said on the last post, the path was narrow in places. And as to why I didn’t wait for them to go ahead? Well ever tried following a horse for any distance? I’m all for smells of the countryside, but its nice to have the choice, rather than have it made for you.
Half a mile further along I swung onto an interconnecting Public Footpath, off the bridleway, ready to cross two fields towards a local road. Part of the 45 minute figure-of-eight route many locals have used for years - indeed footpaths that had been adopted by myself to safeguard their continued availability. So one in which I have a vested interest of care.
At a suitable point I stopped. Partly to pause and roll a cigarette in the morning sunshine. Partly to catch my breath after the early start to the stomp. But mostly I was curious to see what the rider would do next.
For I Had My Suspicions.
This path bordered crop fields and often carries traces of hoove prints, but to date there has never been any sign of the creators.
On this occasion my curiosity was rewarded as after a couple of minutes the rider turned off the bridleway to follow my own footsteps. She called to me as she rode up, seeking to bypass me and and go ahead. I suspect in part irritated herself that her daily ride had already been disrupted in some small way by my presence. A passing conversation then engaged as she cantered up and past me. I politely pointing out that the path (or more precisely the part of the field that she was now crossing) was off the Bridleway and had the status of a Public Footpath. This was countered with her argument as to why I was therefore using the path with two dogs!
What?
Oh what fun that comment sparked off as I chose my next words carefully and still most politely pointed out that myself and the dogs had every right to use the path. However she and her horse did not. And that if she wished to debate the differences concerning the statutory usage of Footpath V Bridleway I was more than happy to do so in detail having made myself aware of the key distinctions as part of my footpath adoption role.
Predictably her canter then broke into a gallop on across the field, but with a parting shot to the effect "Well I’m not hurting anybody doing this".
Of course the dear lady was correct in her own way, and seemed sure that her viewpoint was acceptable. This was a mature local adult rider, not some child from the local riding stable on an hour’s rental ride, unsure of their route, but trying to use bluster to cover up their lack of knowledge.
Later on, as I completed the loop of my walk, I again met the rider crossing the road as she re-entered her field. Her ride now complete. But there was a pointed aversion of the eyes, a refusal to recognise the presence of the dogs or myself. Must have been the traffic I guess? Or then again maybe not.
So was my action mean minded or petty to the extreme? And was she indeed correct in her assertion about her harmless action?
Better to ask the farmer whose crops are repeatedly trampled each year by repeated horse crossings, avoiding the narrow path that the pedestrians keep to along the the narrow strip of field edge.
And then during the wetter weather over the winter months ask the pedestrian trying to use this muddy path despite it now being churned up by the persistent use of heavy iron shoes.
But most of all ask the future users.
Because without recording this incident here any future attempt to get this footpath upgraded to a bridleway would be successful on the grounds that ‘usage is allowed as no one had ever had cause to complain’.
Well in this instance I did. And this is a formal statement of fact. One to which the Dorset County Council Rights Of Way Officer will be pointed in case of future questions as to accustomed usage.
For we all share the countryside. Mostly on a fair basis. But in some cases pressure groups will take advantage of poorly organised, or poorly informed groups despite any numerical supremacy. And those that care are often disheartened by the antics of those that do not, but expect the guardianship of such rights to be there at their whim.
This is nothing "serious" like a wind farm erection or closure of footpaths across private property. Just a single example of one walker making a stand, based on watching a public review hijacked by a minority interest. Standing up to prevent the rights of the many being ridden over roughshod. And please forgive the pun.
In my own little piece of the world it’s not a situation that I will sit back and allow to happen again now I understand more about the process and the spirit of the law.
And to balance this out a little. The New Forest, with miles of good bridleways and uninterrupted open land is a few miles down the road. Like the horse rider I use this particular route when time is short. But personally I prefer the open Forest land.
The riders of this locality however seem to be a little less flexible in their choice of trips out. Maybe.Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way
An oft-overlooked feature of this Internet gizmo is its use as a historic record.
True how enduring, or more importantly how permanent, it eventually turns out to be is very much a tale that has yet to be told. But as a means to document cultural and contemporary context it has undoubtedly expanded the ability of Joe Public to join in on that game previously enjoyed only by those with access within the traditional communication medias.
It can be hacked, spammed, and at times use for misinformation or even downright lies and libel. But an educated reader is able to collate a variety of views on a topic, sift the evidence, and then use their own intellect and experience to form a relatively well informed opinion outside of the normal information controls. And now this is done so very quickly (e.g. the recent protest in Burma)
But why my reflection at this moment in time?
Back in the 1990s I adopted a number of local footpaths. A central and local government initiatives were inviting members of the public to monitor and report on the state of local rights of way, and by their regular use ensure that such paths would continue to be available for all, rather than subject to future legal challenges to close or reroute them.
On the whole its been an easy task, with the local council taking note of any path blockages, usually fallen trees, and resolving them.
But one of these routes at the southern end of the Avon Valley Footpath as it moves towards Christchurch and bordering a dormitory estate, was the centre of a change of use a few years back. In places a narrow rise ‘n dip dirt track. Bounded by a small tree lined ditch on one side, and a tall earth bank forming the edge of the field border above. The path barely wide enough for two people to pass by without one giving way. A dirt track amongst the nettles basically.
But despite this, and with concerted lobbying by the local horse riding fraternity, backed by their national organisation, the public review process determined that this path should be upgraded to a Public Bridleway.
Now I’ve no issue with this where the path is suitable for shared pedestrian and horse traffic. But in this case the width of the path just would not permit it. At the public assessment much was made of prior usage made of the path by horse riders, despite little actual factual evidence to back it up. Furthermore the inspector's assessment of the path’s suitability for mixed traffic concluded somehow that the path width was acceptable.
As a result whilst out for a quiet stroll with the collies I’ve had occasions when I’ve been faced with rider(s) cantering straight down the path towards me. My only escape route a muddy ditch. And at times some brusque manners from the horse gentry who seem to have dropped their Ps & Qs like the large piles up steaming dung that now have to be avoided (Why it is dog shit is Bad, but horse shit is Good, when both are found on a country footpath?)
More to come on why a seemingly trivial incident has a value all its own. Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
Sunday, October 14
Traveller’s Travails – A cure for HomeSickness?
Surely the art of good writing is to achieve that elusive link betwixt writer and reader, to evoke a shared recognition of the human condition?
"Experience has taught me that when home sickness strikes I can either allow my mind to fester on it, or busy myself with other things"
An innocuous comment in Cameron McNeish ‘Wild Connection’ piece in November’s TGO magazine (extracted from "The Wilderness World of Cameron McNeish") But something that chimed a chord with my own particular experience.
An insignificant thought on the face of it, but a subject with the ability to destroy the enjoyment of an outdoors trip. Something that is rarely covered in the annals of outdoor writing usually covering daring-do feats in wild and oft foreign places. But with the increased ease to communicate via mobile phones one that can strike without warning.
I wouldn’t regard myself as that widely travelled. Over the years I’ve visited cultures in the USA, North Africa, and much of the Mediterranean. Fleeting sorties mostly. Enough to value the differences, and celebrate the commonality cross humanity. But at time the cultural differences can make one feel very much a stranger in a strange land.
Over recent years, busily raising a family, my trips away from home have mostly been within the UK. And with it a realisation that whilst travel does indeed broaden the mind, it’s more the act of removing oneself from the security blanket of home and the familiar that is at the heart of creating a traveller. An individual moving through life, anonymous for the most part amongst fellow humans busy with their normal day to day tasks.
Stuck in an anonymous hotel on the other side of the world for weeks on end, homesickness is a recognisable and accepted symptom. One of not belonging. Of being an outsider. Even when part of a group, and to some extent seemingly more insulated from the local culture, who amongst us have not lain awake at 4 a.m. body clock still tuned in to the noise of a background life still murmuring thousands of miles away. The ears automatically straining for those recognisable familiar sounds. The gurgle of the deep freeze unit; the snuffle of dogs moving in their sleep in the kitchen below. The distinctive tick of a favourite clock.
Those oh so minor background noises that suddenly seem to take on an intensely personal value. And then the understanding of this detached loneliness kick in. The mind unprepared for the sudden onrush of an unfamiliar emotion. The sudden desire to be far away from here - to be back amongst the familiar. Even to desire that tedium whilst instinctively understanding that its attraction will swiftly pall once again and be the catalyst for escape once more.
Homesickness will strike anywhere and at the strangest times. It’s not the distance from home that is the cause, although the stranger the surroundings, the more intense a catalyst. Or perhaps the expectation in a remote land provides some form of preparatory safeguard to watch out for the signs.
Perhaps it’s more an understanding that there is to be a semi-permanent separation from one’s chosen existence. An emotional mini-death of sorts? An exclusion.
I once had such an onrush barely five hours into train trip northwards at the sight of mother talking with her young children, despite my own being very much older, and ones that were bade farewell only that morning.
And despite increasing age/maturity along with degree of security of place and emotional stability, the feeling can still sneak up on my blind side and strike deep at times. And then, on some trips – totally unaffected.
How then to deal with it for those of us who need to escape the day to day routines? Especially those of us who travel solo, and as such will always be an outsider amongst the social cliques that form whenever more than a couple of people come together?
In my experience the first step is to recognise the feeling exists, and that it is a normal reaction, no matter whatever the trigger (in my case music is usually the cause) When that feeling wells up, accept it for what it is, don’t bother to dig into it, but gently acknowledge its existence, and then lay it to one side.
And then, as Cameron succinctly advises, don’t fester, get busy.
However minor the activity chosen, within minutes that emotion termed ‘homesickness’ drifts back to wherever it came from. It’s an approach that’s never failed me.
After the first attempt to break out into my consciousness any further outbreaks are somehow minimised to less subjective circumstances becoming more a reminder of the circumstance that describes my own existence. My basis for personal existence and community. A sort of comparative benchmark to check my frame of mind and acceptance of personal circumstance.
Surprisingly I’ve never had this feeling when wildcamping alone, far from others. But find it can especially strike when part of an enforced community. Such as leaving a strange pub, those within all familiar with their fellows and belonging, and myself leaving alone to go out into the darkness as I leave.
Or perhaps staying at a YHA, once an opportunity to meet fellow solo travellers, passing through from here to there; But these days so it seems, self contained groups safely insulated in their established inter-relational dynamics and thereby effectively excluding meaningful interaction with others that they meet.
So thanks Cameron for bringing this subject out into the open, where it can be recognised, examined, catalogued, and then put safely away in the box marked ‘Traveller’s Self-Help Kit’. Labels: Mental Health, TGO Magazine
Saturday, October 13
New Podcast & Love in a Tent Blog
Well it had to come. One of those dashed outdoor bloggers finally managed to link up a love of the outdoors with another passion (better look away now youngsters) S-E-X. The result - a book teasingly called Sex In A Tent.
Well Podcast Bob has thought it worthy enough of a podcast, and listening to author and blogger Michelle Waitzman it definitely sounds like she's carefully and tastefully considered a whole new angle on recreational activity outdoors. More than that I can't say at this time, the book not yet being available in the UK. But sounds interesting.
Whilst listening to the piece earlier today I was mulling over in the darker recesses of my mind (possibly a very apt location?) thinking over any of my own 'misdeeds' whilst out camping or backpacking.
Since Mrs H's motorcycle misadventures many years ago all my camping has been solo, especially when wildcamping. So any similarly themed excitement I can think of would, I suspect, have minimal appeal to those of you reading this. Solo that is.
And to be honest after a long day of backpacking, and the fell top wind and rain whistling past my ears my romantic inclinations are, to be blunt, nil.
But then I recalled an occasion many many years ago............
A hot and sultry summer day had been spent idly encamped near a secluded tarn, with an occasional dip to cool down. I'd not seen another walker for a couple of days now, and as darkness fell I cooked my evening meal, clothes unneccessary as the day's heat continued into the night.
As a result I remained firmly seated as an unexpected visitor suddenly appeared having ascended the narrow track behind my tent.
Our eyes exchanged glances as we said our hellos. I could tell from the way her gaze lingered longingly on my lap, my nudity sparingly covered by the plate and my meal remains, that I had something that she wanted. Perhaps needed. Her intention was clear.
I was, I admit, intrigued. For after many days alone in these hills contact with another was taken at face value, a welcome intrusion into my long term solitude.
She moved towards me breathing expectantly, eyes still feasting on my tanned limbs. And then her head slowly rubbed against my bare arm, and then my naked chest, moving downwards.
Gulp. What was I to do?
Submit to this stranger's desires, or protest and prepare to defend my honour?
There was no one else around. No likelihood of we two being surprised. Two strangers meeting in an unremarkable place. Ships in the night.
As her head continued to move still lower still my mind whirled with possibilities until something suddenly snapped me from this hypnotic revery and I firmly pushed her head away.
"No!" I shouted. "This can never be. It Must Not Happen".
For after all this had been my meal. And no bloody sheep was going to snaffle the tail end of my potato mash, no matter what the circumstances. Or how stunnng they may have looked after too long alone.
;-)
The podcast can be found here:
Sex
In A Tent
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Bath. A visit amongst walking cornucopia?
When looking for new walking country the area around Bath was not one that had readily sprung to mind before. Seemingly rather too associated with the urban sprawl that is Bristol, the city of Bath has poured itself across the hollow surrounded by a ring of low lying hills. Not big hills you understand. But significant enough that my memories of previous visits all seem to start with a steep descent downwards to the city centre. Not a place for learner drivers worried by car hill starts and sliding clutch mastery.
I’ve stayed here a couple of times in the past, and travelled through literally scores of times on trips to Cornwall pre the building of the M5 motorway. But previous trips were all centre based for urban duties. And as a result I’d learnt two lessons about Bath.
Firstly. Almost without exception the centre shops seemed geared-up to the tourist trade, especially at the wealthier end of foreign tourist market. Or more accurately geared-up to fleece the unwary.
It seemed at one time that the free spending American or Japanese visitor drove the retailers of the city. Part of that grand tour that so delights a London based foreign traveller on a fixed schedule. To "do" the city of the Roman Spa bath, and more lately the Jane Austin heritage trail, usually via the pitiful stones of Stonehenge. Which as tasters of "real" English history are all piss poor examples, but probably a good grounding in what to expect as they shoot north via the Cotswolds for a flying visit to Stratford-upon-Avon, to "do" Shakespeare, and then off to Oxford before a return to the airport home having assimilated the key to the English psyche oh so well.
Or perhaps not. Eh?
As a result spending time in Bath could never be regarded as a cheap venture until one learns to avoid the shops and pay-to-view tourist hot spots, but instead enjoys for free such places as the Royal Crescent and the rest of the copious and still outstandingly remarkable Georgian architectural heritage. To walk amongst the outlying city streets beyond the main High Street area is simple to achieve, doesn’t need to cover any huge distances and is a simple way to get under the skin of those long dead architects whose legacy stands still so vibrant. And all for the price of a comfortable pair of walking shoes and an eye open to the feel for land, space and expressions of wealth and status.
Secondly, and I guess related to the first point, parking in Bath Is Not Cheap. Even when using the perimeter car parks - £8 for a five hour daytime visit anyone? Once again a reason to leave the car beyond the centre and use walking to explore at a leisurely pace those open spaces and back street architectural jewels often overlooked by the coach party visitor.
But this was the first time I’d both stayed outside the centre and remained for more than a few fleeting days. And I was pleasantly surprised by the extent of the green gaps separating Bath and Bristol. Not as expected the endless urban sprawl of a Bristol/Bath conurbation, but an area packed with many small and thriving villages along with the newer dormitory estates. A steady mix of village, and open countryside once away from the main A4 feeder route. Most of the villages, still remaining small, appear to be thriving, if their success can be based in the number of local pubs that still remain available to each area. And based on those conversations I heard around me local life still retains a predominantly rural outlook, despite their geographical position pincered between the two large population centres.
As the area’s OS map revealed with minimal research, the network of local footpaths is extremely rich. Add in the recent additions of more recent formal trails such as The Cotswold Way & Monarch Way, and the opportunity for a variety of almost inexhaustible circular day jaunts along country paths, with convenient lunchtime pub stops is easily achieved. Or perhaps a few linear routes with connecting local transport to return to the start?
For us, a local meander up to the viewpoint of Prospect Stile (OS Explorer 155: GR 713 684) taking in local footpaths near our holiday accommodation and passing along ancient hedgerows.
Onto the Cotswold Way as we left Bath Racecourse down to a fine ridge walk looking out over western Bath, in the distance the sight of hot air balloons being launched, slowly climbing up over the outskirts of Bath for their short flights in the sunlight. Making their way across the Avon valley.
And finally a short climb to the heady height of 218 m as we touched the small copse sitting atop Kelston Round Hill (OS Explorer 155: GR 710 676) There to sit and look across the wide panorama southwards, the Severn Bridge towers glinting in the afternoon sun, the Welsh hills rising darkly beyond, before an easy descent down to the pub and a return home.
Panorama? Now there’s a word I wouldn’t previously have associated with urban areas in the south of England (unless you include cliff top views of unending English Channel) And whilst the views were not of fellside peaks and deep valleys, the variety of landscape on offer is easily achieved at a fraction of the effort I’d normally expect. A genteel way to walk and then quietly watch the world unfold below. And still be home for tea.
Bath, as I mentioned at the outset, not an area that readily springs to mind for walking. But possibly one that is a well kept secret? Or perhaps just too easily overlooked by those of us who normally look for their walking challenge in those areas free from human habitation.
But with a little lateral thinking, the inherent variability of this landscape with its features and local antiquities, plus an enviable rights of way network, seem a distinct advantage for short breaks during those winter months and only a short distance from home.
A landscape that calls for future exploration I suspect.
Sunday, October 7
Balloon over Bath
Friday, October 5
A parting shot -Blog Action Day and the M62
Before I disappear off for a week, here's a couple of sites worth a thought.
2007 Blog Action Day has been organised by a core team of bloggers for October 15.
The aim - "In its inaugural year, Blog Action Day will be co-ordinating bloggers to tackle the issue of the environment by .....Publish a post on their blog which relates to an issue of their own choice pertaining to the environment .....and/or .....commit to donating their day’s advertising earnings to an environmental charity of their choice"
And as a complete contrast John Davies (a vicar of a small parish I believe) is Walking the M62
"I am currently walking the M62 motorway corridor, Hull back to Liverpool. Because I hope to learn to listen, because I hope to learn to see".
Most journey's have a objective. This is one of the more obtuse that I've come across, but possibly as valid as the LEJOG, in its own way? Labels: blog media, walks
Hip-pack Competition 2007 - Grand Awards
Plans to hire a major London venue for the grand prize winning were thrown into disarray by some 70s band (anyone remember Led Zep?) booking the venue. And thanks for asking but NO I didn't manage to get a ticket. Guess Knebworth '79 will have to be my last memory of them in full on rampage - sigh)
But to the task in hand. The final awards.
Despite flaky interest during the sunny and hot sultry nights of the year it seems all entrants decided that waiting for long dark and colder nights make more sense for ultra ultra lightweight camping.
Right. What a logical lot you are. Or does this blog attract would be masochists? LoL
And its interesting that the main contenders were all "newbies" to the outdoor blog scene. (What's up you oldies - all scaredy cats? Or been there done that already?)
Only one person managed to follow all the instructions to the letter. Well nearly. As the special e-mail hot line was only buzzing with activity when spammers spotted its existence (cheap viagra anyone - saves on tent poles apparently?)
But that aside - the spirit of the competition was observed to the full, and seems to have had its desired result in getting those involved to try something a little different on the outdoors theme. And have a bit of fun. Which was always the intention. And hopefully any discomfort that may have been experienced meant a few things were learnt for future occasions.
And so to the final results:
Mark over at lost-in-a-forest spent a relatively uneventful night at Cann Wood near Plymouth
A breakdown of his gear can be seen on his blog here; Mark's report on the outing can be found here and here. And this was the night's venue:
Total weight 1.454 kg (I just love that accuracy to 3 decimal places Mark!)
The jury particularly commended his creation of a new rucksack specifically for the challenge. And whilst applauding the innovative use of bin liners as waterproofs commented on the possibility of using them to double up as a groundsheet. And from the report provided he even managed most of a night's sleep.
And it was a night's sleep that seemed slightly more elusive for Gayle from M&G Go For A Walk dealing with the various wildlife to be found wandering past her night's pitch out on Cannock Chase.
A breakdown of Gayle's gear can be seen on here blog here and here with a report on the outing to be found here.
In this instance the jury commented on the tidiness of the gear on site, and the entrant's fortitude in sticking it out despite the rampant wildlife, and the tempting knowledge of a nice warm tent (and a nice warm partner?) in the vicinity.
Total weight 4.4 kg
There were other entries (well not a huge amount) but they were either abortive efforts or just a chance to give the bivvy approach a go without worrying about minimalist weight and a bit sneaky about the overnight accommodation
As to the general level of entry.
It was interesting that both the finalists were accompanied on their attempts by Podcast Bob's mp3 offerings. Highly suitable as he kindly provided the main prize a Nalgene Folding Canteen for this earlier in the year (and I happen to know he has the last few of these in stock - so grab them whilst they're still available)
And whilst the number of attempts reported to JH Towers was low (but highly select naturally) it was a noticeable increase on last year's entry (i.e. Nil) and has encouraged me to think about repeating this little game next year.
So any thoughts/feedback on how to improve it would be good. TGO challenge it will never be. But that's not the point here really. Is it now.
;-)
What's that? Who won? Oops nearly forgot. What a tease.
And the winner? Well you all were really. But in the end the Nalgene will be going to Mark, essentially for the lightest load.
But a special commendation prize will also be winging its way to Gayle - a copy of Ronald Turnbull's "The Book of The Bivvy"
Both prizes to be posted once this postal strike sorts itself out which will probably be after I return from next week's trip away in the wilds of Avon.
Bivvying? What in this weather? You must be kidding
;-)
Well done all - and thanks for your involvement in making this so much fun both for those involved, and those sat at home reading about it.
Nice one.Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Wednesday, October 3
Site update
Labels now added to the lower right hand links list. Saves hunting for that all essential stuff. Maybe.
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 2
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
I kept a good stomp up from the outset in an attempt to not impede their progress, and they quickly fell away behind me. Well as I said on the last post, the path was narrow in places. And as to why I didn’t wait for them to go ahead? Well ever tried following a horse for any distance? I’m all for smells of the countryside, but its nice to have the choice, rather than have it made for you.
Half a mile further along I swung onto an interconnecting Public Footpath, off the bridleway, ready to cross two fields towards a local road. Part of the 45 minute figure-of-eight route many locals have used for years - indeed footpaths that had been adopted by myself to safeguard their continued availability. So one in which I have a vested interest of care.
At a suitable point I stopped. Partly to pause and roll a cigarette in the morning sunshine. Partly to catch my breath after the early start to the stomp. But mostly I was curious to see what the rider would do next.
For I Had My Suspicions.
This path bordered crop fields and often carries traces of hoove prints, but to date there has never been any sign of the creators.
On this occasion my curiosity was rewarded as after a couple of minutes the rider turned off the bridleway to follow my own footsteps. She called to me as she rode up, seeking to bypass me and and go ahead. I suspect in part irritated herself that her daily ride had already been disrupted in some small way by my presence. A passing conversation then engaged as she cantered up and past me. I politely pointing out that the path (or more precisely the part of the field that she was now crossing) was off the Bridleway and had the status of a Public Footpath. This was countered with her argument as to why I was therefore using the path with two dogs!
What?
Oh what fun that comment sparked off as I chose my next words carefully and still most politely pointed out that myself and the dogs had every right to use the path. However she and her horse did not. And that if she wished to debate the differences concerning the statutory usage of Footpath V Bridleway I was more than happy to do so in detail having made myself aware of the key distinctions as part of my footpath adoption role.
Predictably her canter then broke into a gallop on across the field, but with a parting shot to the effect "Well I’m not hurting anybody doing this".
Of course the dear lady was correct in her own way, and seemed sure that her viewpoint was acceptable. This was a mature local adult rider, not some child from the local riding stable on an hour’s rental ride, unsure of their route, but trying to use bluster to cover up their lack of knowledge.
Later on, as I completed the loop of my walk, I again met the rider crossing the road as she re-entered her field. Her ride now complete. But there was a pointed aversion of the eyes, a refusal to recognise the presence of the dogs or myself. Must have been the traffic I guess? Or then again maybe not.
So was my action mean minded or petty to the extreme? And was she indeed correct in her assertion about her harmless action?
Better to ask the farmer whose crops are repeatedly trampled each year by repeated horse crossings, avoiding the narrow path that the pedestrians keep to along the the narrow strip of field edge.
And then during the wetter weather over the winter months ask the pedestrian trying to use this muddy path despite it now being churned up by the persistent use of heavy iron shoes.
But most of all ask the future users.
Because without recording this incident here any future attempt to get this footpath upgraded to a bridleway would be successful on the grounds that ‘usage is allowed as no one had ever had cause to complain’.
Well in this instance I did. And this is a formal statement of fact. One to which the Dorset County Council Rights Of Way Officer will be pointed in case of future questions as to accustomed usage.
For we all share the countryside. Mostly on a fair basis. But in some cases pressure groups will take advantage of poorly organised, or poorly informed groups despite any numerical supremacy. And those that care are often disheartened by the antics of those that do not, but expect the guardianship of such rights to be there at their whim.
This is nothing "serious" like a wind farm erection or closure of footpaths across private property. Just a single example of one walker making a stand, based on watching a public review hijacked by a minority interest. Standing up to prevent the rights of the many being ridden over roughshod. And please forgive the pun.
In my own little piece of the world it’s not a situation that I will sit back and allow to happen again now I understand more about the process and the spirit of the law.
And to balance this out a little. The New Forest, with miles of good bridleways and uninterrupted open land is a few miles down the road. Like the horse rider I use this particular route when time is short. But personally I prefer the open Forest land.
The riders of this locality however seem to be a little less flexible in their choice of trips out. Maybe.
Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
The Internet as Historical Document - Safeguard those Rights of Way
An oft-overlooked feature of this Internet gizmo is its use as a historic record.
True how enduring, or more importantly how permanent, it eventually turns out to be is very much a tale that has yet to be told. But as a means to document cultural and contemporary context it has undoubtedly expanded the ability of Joe Public to join in on that game previously enjoyed only by those with access within the traditional communication medias.
It can be hacked, spammed, and at times use for misinformation or even downright lies and libel. But an educated reader is able to collate a variety of views on a topic, sift the evidence, and then use their own intellect and experience to form a relatively well informed opinion outside of the normal information controls. And now this is done so very quickly (e.g. the recent protest in Burma)
But why my reflection at this moment in time?
Back in the 1990s I adopted a number of local footpaths. A central and local government initiatives were inviting members of the public to monitor and report on the state of local rights of way, and by their regular use ensure that such paths would continue to be available for all, rather than subject to future legal challenges to close or reroute them.
On the whole its been an easy task, with the local council taking note of any path blockages, usually fallen trees, and resolving them.
But one of these routes at the southern end of the Avon Valley Footpath as it moves towards Christchurch and bordering a dormitory estate, was the centre of a change of use a few years back. In places a narrow rise ‘n dip dirt track. Bounded by a small tree lined ditch on one side, and a tall earth bank forming the edge of the field border above. The path barely wide enough for two people to pass by without one giving way. A dirt track amongst the nettles basically.
But despite this, and with concerted lobbying by the local horse riding fraternity, backed by their national organisation, the public review process determined that this path should be upgraded to a Public Bridleway.
Now I’ve no issue with this where the path is suitable for shared pedestrian and horse traffic. But in this case the width of the path just would not permit it. At the public assessment much was made of prior usage made of the path by horse riders, despite little actual factual evidence to back it up. Furthermore the inspector's assessment of the path’s suitability for mixed traffic concluded somehow that the path width was acceptable.
As a result whilst out for a quiet stroll with the collies I’ve had occasions when I’ve been faced with rider(s) cantering straight down the path towards me. My only escape route a muddy ditch. And at times some brusque manners from the horse gentry who seem to have dropped their Ps & Qs like the large piles up steaming dung that now have to be avoided (Why it is dog shit is Bad, but horse shit is Good, when both are found on a country footpath?)
More to come on why a seemingly trivial incident has a value all its own. Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
Sunday, October 14
Traveller’s Travails – A cure for HomeSickness?
Surely the art of good writing is to achieve that elusive link betwixt writer and reader, to evoke a shared recognition of the human condition?
"Experience has taught me that when home sickness strikes I can either allow my mind to fester on it, or busy myself with other things"
An innocuous comment in Cameron McNeish ‘Wild Connection’ piece in November’s TGO magazine (extracted from "The Wilderness World of Cameron McNeish") But something that chimed a chord with my own particular experience.
An insignificant thought on the face of it, but a subject with the ability to destroy the enjoyment of an outdoors trip. Something that is rarely covered in the annals of outdoor writing usually covering daring-do feats in wild and oft foreign places. But with the increased ease to communicate via mobile phones one that can strike without warning.
I wouldn’t regard myself as that widely travelled. Over the years I’ve visited cultures in the USA, North Africa, and much of the Mediterranean. Fleeting sorties mostly. Enough to value the differences, and celebrate the commonality cross humanity. But at time the cultural differences can make one feel very much a stranger in a strange land.
Over recent years, busily raising a family, my trips away from home have mostly been within the UK. And with it a realisation that whilst travel does indeed broaden the mind, it’s more the act of removing oneself from the security blanket of home and the familiar that is at the heart of creating a traveller. An individual moving through life, anonymous for the most part amongst fellow humans busy with their normal day to day tasks.
Stuck in an anonymous hotel on the other side of the world for weeks on end, homesickness is a recognisable and accepted symptom. One of not belonging. Of being an outsider. Even when part of a group, and to some extent seemingly more insulated from the local culture, who amongst us have not lain awake at 4 a.m. body clock still tuned in to the noise of a background life still murmuring thousands of miles away. The ears automatically straining for those recognisable familiar sounds. The gurgle of the deep freeze unit; the snuffle of dogs moving in their sleep in the kitchen below. The distinctive tick of a favourite clock.
Those oh so minor background noises that suddenly seem to take on an intensely personal value. And then the understanding of this detached loneliness kick in. The mind unprepared for the sudden onrush of an unfamiliar emotion. The sudden desire to be far away from here - to be back amongst the familiar. Even to desire that tedium whilst instinctively understanding that its attraction will swiftly pall once again and be the catalyst for escape once more.
Homesickness will strike anywhere and at the strangest times. It’s not the distance from home that is the cause, although the stranger the surroundings, the more intense a catalyst. Or perhaps the expectation in a remote land provides some form of preparatory safeguard to watch out for the signs.
Perhaps it’s more an understanding that there is to be a semi-permanent separation from one’s chosen existence. An emotional mini-death of sorts? An exclusion.
I once had such an onrush barely five hours into train trip northwards at the sight of mother talking with her young children, despite my own being very much older, and ones that were bade farewell only that morning.
And despite increasing age/maturity along with degree of security of place and emotional stability, the feeling can still sneak up on my blind side and strike deep at times. And then, on some trips – totally unaffected.
How then to deal with it for those of us who need to escape the day to day routines? Especially those of us who travel solo, and as such will always be an outsider amongst the social cliques that form whenever more than a couple of people come together?
In my experience the first step is to recognise the feeling exists, and that it is a normal reaction, no matter whatever the trigger (in my case music is usually the cause) When that feeling wells up, accept it for what it is, don’t bother to dig into it, but gently acknowledge its existence, and then lay it to one side.
And then, as Cameron succinctly advises, don’t fester, get busy.
However minor the activity chosen, within minutes that emotion termed ‘homesickness’ drifts back to wherever it came from. It’s an approach that’s never failed me.
After the first attempt to break out into my consciousness any further outbreaks are somehow minimised to less subjective circumstances becoming more a reminder of the circumstance that describes my own existence. My basis for personal existence and community. A sort of comparative benchmark to check my frame of mind and acceptance of personal circumstance.
Surprisingly I’ve never had this feeling when wildcamping alone, far from others. But find it can especially strike when part of an enforced community. Such as leaving a strange pub, those within all familiar with their fellows and belonging, and myself leaving alone to go out into the darkness as I leave.
Or perhaps staying at a YHA, once an opportunity to meet fellow solo travellers, passing through from here to there; But these days so it seems, self contained groups safely insulated in their established inter-relational dynamics and thereby effectively excluding meaningful interaction with others that they meet.
So thanks Cameron for bringing this subject out into the open, where it can be recognised, examined, catalogued, and then put safely away in the box marked ‘Traveller’s Self-Help Kit’. Labels: Mental Health, TGO Magazine
Saturday, October 13
New Podcast & Love in a Tent Blog
Well it had to come. One of those dashed outdoor bloggers finally managed to link up a love of the outdoors with another passion (better look away now youngsters) S-E-X. The result - a book teasingly called Sex In A Tent.
Well Podcast Bob has thought it worthy enough of a podcast, and listening to author and blogger Michelle Waitzman it definitely sounds like she's carefully and tastefully considered a whole new angle on recreational activity outdoors. More than that I can't say at this time, the book not yet being available in the UK. But sounds interesting.
Whilst listening to the piece earlier today I was mulling over in the darker recesses of my mind (possibly a very apt location?) thinking over any of my own 'misdeeds' whilst out camping or backpacking.
Since Mrs H's motorcycle misadventures many years ago all my camping has been solo, especially when wildcamping. So any similarly themed excitement I can think of would, I suspect, have minimal appeal to those of you reading this. Solo that is.
And to be honest after a long day of backpacking, and the fell top wind and rain whistling past my ears my romantic inclinations are, to be blunt, nil.
But then I recalled an occasion many many years ago............
A hot and sultry summer day had been spent idly encamped near a secluded tarn, with an occasional dip to cool down. I'd not seen another walker for a couple of days now, and as darkness fell I cooked my evening meal, clothes unneccessary as the day's heat continued into the night.
As a result I remained firmly seated as an unexpected visitor suddenly appeared having ascended the narrow track behind my tent.
Our eyes exchanged glances as we said our hellos. I could tell from the way her gaze lingered longingly on my lap, my nudity sparingly covered by the plate and my meal remains, that I had something that she wanted. Perhaps needed. Her intention was clear.
I was, I admit, intrigued. For after many days alone in these hills contact with another was taken at face value, a welcome intrusion into my long term solitude.
She moved towards me breathing expectantly, eyes still feasting on my tanned limbs. And then her head slowly rubbed against my bare arm, and then my naked chest, moving downwards.
Gulp. What was I to do?
Submit to this stranger's desires, or protest and prepare to defend my honour?
There was no one else around. No likelihood of we two being surprised. Two strangers meeting in an unremarkable place. Ships in the night.
As her head continued to move still lower still my mind whirled with possibilities until something suddenly snapped me from this hypnotic revery and I firmly pushed her head away.
"No!" I shouted. "This can never be. It Must Not Happen".
For after all this had been my meal. And no bloody sheep was going to snaffle the tail end of my potato mash, no matter what the circumstances. Or how stunnng they may have looked after too long alone.
;-)
The podcast can be found here:
Sex
In A Tent
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Bath. A visit amongst walking cornucopia?
When looking for new walking country the area around Bath was not one that had readily sprung to mind before. Seemingly rather too associated with the urban sprawl that is Bristol, the city of Bath has poured itself across the hollow surrounded by a ring of low lying hills. Not big hills you understand. But significant enough that my memories of previous visits all seem to start with a steep descent downwards to the city centre. Not a place for learner drivers worried by car hill starts and sliding clutch mastery.
I’ve stayed here a couple of times in the past, and travelled through literally scores of times on trips to Cornwall pre the building of the M5 motorway. But previous trips were all centre based for urban duties. And as a result I’d learnt two lessons about Bath.
Firstly. Almost without exception the centre shops seemed geared-up to the tourist trade, especially at the wealthier end of foreign tourist market. Or more accurately geared-up to fleece the unwary.
It seemed at one time that the free spending American or Japanese visitor drove the retailers of the city. Part of that grand tour that so delights a London based foreign traveller on a fixed schedule. To "do" the city of the Roman Spa bath, and more lately the Jane Austin heritage trail, usually via the pitiful stones of Stonehenge. Which as tasters of "real" English history are all piss poor examples, but probably a good grounding in what to expect as they shoot north via the Cotswolds for a flying visit to Stratford-upon-Avon, to "do" Shakespeare, and then off to Oxford before a return to the airport home having assimilated the key to the English psyche oh so well.
Or perhaps not. Eh?
As a result spending time in Bath could never be regarded as a cheap venture until one learns to avoid the shops and pay-to-view tourist hot spots, but instead enjoys for free such places as the Royal Crescent and the rest of the copious and still outstandingly remarkable Georgian architectural heritage. To walk amongst the outlying city streets beyond the main High Street area is simple to achieve, doesn’t need to cover any huge distances and is a simple way to get under the skin of those long dead architects whose legacy stands still so vibrant. And all for the price of a comfortable pair of walking shoes and an eye open to the feel for land, space and expressions of wealth and status.
Secondly, and I guess related to the first point, parking in Bath Is Not Cheap. Even when using the perimeter car parks - £8 for a five hour daytime visit anyone? Once again a reason to leave the car beyond the centre and use walking to explore at a leisurely pace those open spaces and back street architectural jewels often overlooked by the coach party visitor.
But this was the first time I’d both stayed outside the centre and remained for more than a few fleeting days. And I was pleasantly surprised by the extent of the green gaps separating Bath and Bristol. Not as expected the endless urban sprawl of a Bristol/Bath conurbation, but an area packed with many small and thriving villages along with the newer dormitory estates. A steady mix of village, and open countryside once away from the main A4 feeder route. Most of the villages, still remaining small, appear to be thriving, if their success can be based in the number of local pubs that still remain available to each area. And based on those conversations I heard around me local life still retains a predominantly rural outlook, despite their geographical position pincered between the two large population centres.
As the area’s OS map revealed with minimal research, the network of local footpaths is extremely rich. Add in the recent additions of more recent formal trails such as The Cotswold Way & Monarch Way, and the opportunity for a variety of almost inexhaustible circular day jaunts along country paths, with convenient lunchtime pub stops is easily achieved. Or perhaps a few linear routes with connecting local transport to return to the start?
For us, a local meander up to the viewpoint of Prospect Stile (OS Explorer 155: GR 713 684) taking in local footpaths near our holiday accommodation and passing along ancient hedgerows.
Onto the Cotswold Way as we left Bath Racecourse down to a fine ridge walk looking out over western Bath, in the distance the sight of hot air balloons being launched, slowly climbing up over the outskirts of Bath for their short flights in the sunlight. Making their way across the Avon valley.
And finally a short climb to the heady height of 218 m as we touched the small copse sitting atop Kelston Round Hill (OS Explorer 155: GR 710 676) There to sit and look across the wide panorama southwards, the Severn Bridge towers glinting in the afternoon sun, the Welsh hills rising darkly beyond, before an easy descent down to the pub and a return home.
Panorama? Now there’s a word I wouldn’t previously have associated with urban areas in the south of England (unless you include cliff top views of unending English Channel) And whilst the views were not of fellside peaks and deep valleys, the variety of landscape on offer is easily achieved at a fraction of the effort I’d normally expect. A genteel way to walk and then quietly watch the world unfold below. And still be home for tea.
Bath, as I mentioned at the outset, not an area that readily springs to mind for walking. But possibly one that is a well kept secret? Or perhaps just too easily overlooked by those of us who normally look for their walking challenge in those areas free from human habitation.
But with a little lateral thinking, the inherent variability of this landscape with its features and local antiquities, plus an enviable rights of way network, seem a distinct advantage for short breaks during those winter months and only a short distance from home.
A landscape that calls for future exploration I suspect.
Sunday, October 7
Balloon over Bath
Friday, October 5
A parting shot -Blog Action Day and the M62
Before I disappear off for a week, here's a couple of sites worth a thought.
2007 Blog Action Day has been organised by a core team of bloggers for October 15.
The aim - "In its inaugural year, Blog Action Day will be co-ordinating bloggers to tackle the issue of the environment by .....Publish a post on their blog which relates to an issue of their own choice pertaining to the environment .....and/or .....commit to donating their day’s advertising earnings to an environmental charity of their choice"
And as a complete contrast John Davies (a vicar of a small parish I believe) is Walking the M62
"I am currently walking the M62 motorway corridor, Hull back to Liverpool. Because I hope to learn to listen, because I hope to learn to see".
Most journey's have a objective. This is one of the more obtuse that I've come across, but possibly as valid as the LEJOG, in its own way? Labels: blog media, walks
Hip-pack Competition 2007 - Grand Awards
Plans to hire a major London venue for the grand prize winning were thrown into disarray by some 70s band (anyone remember Led Zep?) booking the venue. And thanks for asking but NO I didn't manage to get a ticket. Guess Knebworth '79 will have to be my last memory of them in full on rampage - sigh)
But to the task in hand. The final awards.
Despite flaky interest during the sunny and hot sultry nights of the year it seems all entrants decided that waiting for long dark and colder nights make more sense for ultra ultra lightweight camping.
Right. What a logical lot you are. Or does this blog attract would be masochists? LoL
And its interesting that the main contenders were all "newbies" to the outdoor blog scene. (What's up you oldies - all scaredy cats? Or been there done that already?)
Only one person managed to follow all the instructions to the letter. Well nearly. As the special e-mail hot line was only buzzing with activity when spammers spotted its existence (cheap viagra anyone - saves on tent poles apparently?)
But that aside - the spirit of the competition was observed to the full, and seems to have had its desired result in getting those involved to try something a little different on the outdoors theme. And have a bit of fun. Which was always the intention. And hopefully any discomfort that may have been experienced meant a few things were learnt for future occasions.
And so to the final results:
Mark over at lost-in-a-forest spent a relatively uneventful night at Cann Wood near Plymouth
A breakdown of his gear can be seen on his blog here; Mark's report on the outing can be found here and here. And this was the night's venue:
Total weight 1.454 kg (I just love that accuracy to 3 decimal places Mark!)
The jury particularly commended his creation of a new rucksack specifically for the challenge. And whilst applauding the innovative use of bin liners as waterproofs commented on the possibility of using them to double up as a groundsheet. And from the report provided he even managed most of a night's sleep.
And it was a night's sleep that seemed slightly more elusive for Gayle from M&G Go For A Walk dealing with the various wildlife to be found wandering past her night's pitch out on Cannock Chase.
A breakdown of Gayle's gear can be seen on here blog here and here with a report on the outing to be found here.
In this instance the jury commented on the tidiness of the gear on site, and the entrant's fortitude in sticking it out despite the rampant wildlife, and the tempting knowledge of a nice warm tent (and a nice warm partner?) in the vicinity.
Total weight 4.4 kg
There were other entries (well not a huge amount) but they were either abortive efforts or just a chance to give the bivvy approach a go without worrying about minimalist weight and a bit sneaky about the overnight accommodation
As to the general level of entry.
It was interesting that both the finalists were accompanied on their attempts by Podcast Bob's mp3 offerings. Highly suitable as he kindly provided the main prize a Nalgene Folding Canteen for this earlier in the year (and I happen to know he has the last few of these in stock - so grab them whilst they're still available)
And whilst the number of attempts reported to JH Towers was low (but highly select naturally) it was a noticeable increase on last year's entry (i.e. Nil) and has encouraged me to think about repeating this little game next year.
So any thoughts/feedback on how to improve it would be good. TGO challenge it will never be. But that's not the point here really. Is it now.
;-)
What's that? Who won? Oops nearly forgot. What a tease.
And the winner? Well you all were really. But in the end the Nalgene will be going to Mark, essentially for the lightest load.
But a special commendation prize will also be winging its way to Gayle - a copy of Ronald Turnbull's "The Book of The Bivvy"
Both prizes to be posted once this postal strike sorts itself out which will probably be after I return from next week's trip away in the wilds of Avon.
Bivvying? What in this weather? You must be kidding
;-)
Well done all - and thanks for your involvement in making this so much fun both for those involved, and those sat at home reading about it.
Nice one.Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Wednesday, October 3
Site update
Labels now added to the lower right hand links list. Saves hunting for that all essential stuff. Maybe.
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 2
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
True how enduring, or more importantly how permanent, it eventually turns out to be is very much a tale that has yet to be told. But as a means to document cultural and contemporary context it has undoubtedly expanded the ability of Joe Public to join in on that game previously enjoyed only by those with access within the traditional communication medias.
It can be hacked, spammed, and at times use for misinformation or even downright lies and libel. But an educated reader is able to collate a variety of views on a topic, sift the evidence, and then use their own intellect and experience to form a relatively well informed opinion outside of the normal information controls. And now this is done so very quickly (e.g. the recent protest in Burma)
But why my reflection at this moment in time?
Back in the 1990s I adopted a number of local footpaths. A central and local government initiatives were inviting members of the public to monitor and report on the state of local rights of way, and by their regular use ensure that such paths would continue to be available for all, rather than subject to future legal challenges to close or reroute them.
On the whole its been an easy task, with the local council taking note of any path blockages, usually fallen trees, and resolving them.
But one of these routes at the southern end of the Avon Valley Footpath as it moves towards Christchurch and bordering a dormitory estate, was the centre of a change of use a few years back. In places a narrow rise ‘n dip dirt track. Bounded by a small tree lined ditch on one side, and a tall earth bank forming the edge of the field border above. The path barely wide enough for two people to pass by without one giving way. A dirt track amongst the nettles basically.
But despite this, and with concerted lobbying by the local horse riding fraternity, backed by their national organisation, the public review process determined that this path should be upgraded to a Public Bridleway.
Now I’ve no issue with this where the path is suitable for shared pedestrian and horse traffic. But in this case the width of the path just would not permit it. At the public assessment much was made of prior usage made of the path by horse riders, despite little actual factual evidence to back it up. Furthermore the inspector's assessment of the path’s suitability for mixed traffic concluded somehow that the path width was acceptable.
As a result whilst out for a quiet stroll with the collies I’ve had occasions when I’ve been faced with rider(s) cantering straight down the path towards me. My only escape route a muddy ditch. And at times some brusque manners from the horse gentry who seem to have dropped their Ps & Qs like the large piles up steaming dung that now have to be avoided (Why it is dog shit is Bad, but horse shit is Good, when both are found on a country footpath?)
More to come on why a seemingly trivial incident has a value all its own.
Labels: blog media, Miscellaneous
Traveller’s Travails – A cure for HomeSickness?
Surely the art of good writing is to achieve that elusive link betwixt writer and reader, to evoke a shared recognition of the human condition?
"Experience has taught me that when home sickness strikes I can either allow my mind to fester on it, or busy myself with other things"
An innocuous comment in Cameron McNeish ‘Wild Connection’ piece in November’s TGO magazine (extracted from "The Wilderness World of Cameron McNeish") But something that chimed a chord with my own particular experience.
An insignificant thought on the face of it, but a subject with the ability to destroy the enjoyment of an outdoors trip. Something that is rarely covered in the annals of outdoor writing usually covering daring-do feats in wild and oft foreign places. But with the increased ease to communicate via mobile phones one that can strike without warning.
I wouldn’t regard myself as that widely travelled. Over the years I’ve visited cultures in the USA, North Africa, and much of the Mediterranean. Fleeting sorties mostly. Enough to value the differences, and celebrate the commonality cross humanity. But at time the cultural differences can make one feel very much a stranger in a strange land.
Over recent years, busily raising a family, my trips away from home have mostly been within the UK. And with it a realisation that whilst travel does indeed broaden the mind, it’s more the act of removing oneself from the security blanket of home and the familiar that is at the heart of creating a traveller. An individual moving through life, anonymous for the most part amongst fellow humans busy with their normal day to day tasks.
Stuck in an anonymous hotel on the other side of the world for weeks on end, homesickness is a recognisable and accepted symptom. One of not belonging. Of being an outsider. Even when part of a group, and to some extent seemingly more insulated from the local culture, who amongst us have not lain awake at 4 a.m. body clock still tuned in to the noise of a background life still murmuring thousands of miles away. The ears automatically straining for those recognisable familiar sounds. The gurgle of the deep freeze unit; the snuffle of dogs moving in their sleep in the kitchen below. The distinctive tick of a favourite clock.
Those oh so minor background noises that suddenly seem to take on an intensely personal value. And then the understanding of this detached loneliness kick in. The mind unprepared for the sudden onrush of an unfamiliar emotion. The sudden desire to be far away from here - to be back amongst the familiar. Even to desire that tedium whilst instinctively understanding that its attraction will swiftly pall once again and be the catalyst for escape once more.
Homesickness will strike anywhere and at the strangest times. It’s not the distance from home that is the cause, although the stranger the surroundings, the more intense a catalyst. Or perhaps the expectation in a remote land provides some form of preparatory safeguard to watch out for the signs.
Perhaps it’s more an understanding that there is to be a semi-permanent separation from one’s chosen existence. An emotional mini-death of sorts? An exclusion.
I once had such an onrush barely five hours into train trip northwards at the sight of mother talking with her young children, despite my own being very much older, and ones that were bade farewell only that morning.
And despite increasing age/maturity along with degree of security of place and emotional stability, the feeling can still sneak up on my blind side and strike deep at times. And then, on some trips – totally unaffected.
How then to deal with it for those of us who need to escape the day to day routines? Especially those of us who travel solo, and as such will always be an outsider amongst the social cliques that form whenever more than a couple of people come together?
In my experience the first step is to recognise the feeling exists, and that it is a normal reaction, no matter whatever the trigger (in my case music is usually the cause) When that feeling wells up, accept it for what it is, don’t bother to dig into it, but gently acknowledge its existence, and then lay it to one side.
And then, as Cameron succinctly advises, don’t fester, get busy.
However minor the activity chosen, within minutes that emotion termed ‘homesickness’ drifts back to wherever it came from. It’s an approach that’s never failed me.
After the first attempt to break out into my consciousness any further outbreaks are somehow minimised to less subjective circumstances becoming more a reminder of the circumstance that describes my own existence. My basis for personal existence and community. A sort of comparative benchmark to check my frame of mind and acceptance of personal circumstance.
Surprisingly I’ve never had this feeling when wildcamping alone, far from others. But find it can especially strike when part of an enforced community. Such as leaving a strange pub, those within all familiar with their fellows and belonging, and myself leaving alone to go out into the darkness as I leave.
Or perhaps staying at a YHA, once an opportunity to meet fellow solo travellers, passing through from here to there; But these days so it seems, self contained groups safely insulated in their established inter-relational dynamics and thereby effectively excluding meaningful interaction with others that they meet.
So thanks Cameron for bringing this subject out into the open, where it can be recognised, examined, catalogued, and then put safely away in the box marked ‘Traveller’s Self-Help Kit’. Labels: Mental Health, TGO Magazine
Saturday, October 13
New Podcast & Love in a Tent Blog
Well it had to come. One of those dashed outdoor bloggers finally managed to link up a love of the outdoors with another passion (better look away now youngsters) S-E-X. The result - a book teasingly called Sex In A Tent.
Well Podcast Bob has thought it worthy enough of a podcast, and listening to author and blogger Michelle Waitzman it definitely sounds like she's carefully and tastefully considered a whole new angle on recreational activity outdoors. More than that I can't say at this time, the book not yet being available in the UK. But sounds interesting.
Whilst listening to the piece earlier today I was mulling over in the darker recesses of my mind (possibly a very apt location?) thinking over any of my own 'misdeeds' whilst out camping or backpacking.
Since Mrs H's motorcycle misadventures many years ago all my camping has been solo, especially when wildcamping. So any similarly themed excitement I can think of would, I suspect, have minimal appeal to those of you reading this. Solo that is.
And to be honest after a long day of backpacking, and the fell top wind and rain whistling past my ears my romantic inclinations are, to be blunt, nil.
But then I recalled an occasion many many years ago............
A hot and sultry summer day had been spent idly encamped near a secluded tarn, with an occasional dip to cool down. I'd not seen another walker for a couple of days now, and as darkness fell I cooked my evening meal, clothes unneccessary as the day's heat continued into the night.
As a result I remained firmly seated as an unexpected visitor suddenly appeared having ascended the narrow track behind my tent.
Our eyes exchanged glances as we said our hellos. I could tell from the way her gaze lingered longingly on my lap, my nudity sparingly covered by the plate and my meal remains, that I had something that she wanted. Perhaps needed. Her intention was clear.
I was, I admit, intrigued. For after many days alone in these hills contact with another was taken at face value, a welcome intrusion into my long term solitude.
She moved towards me breathing expectantly, eyes still feasting on my tanned limbs. And then her head slowly rubbed against my bare arm, and then my naked chest, moving downwards.
Gulp. What was I to do?
Submit to this stranger's desires, or protest and prepare to defend my honour?
There was no one else around. No likelihood of we two being surprised. Two strangers meeting in an unremarkable place. Ships in the night.
As her head continued to move still lower still my mind whirled with possibilities until something suddenly snapped me from this hypnotic revery and I firmly pushed her head away.
"No!" I shouted. "This can never be. It Must Not Happen".
For after all this had been my meal. And no bloody sheep was going to snaffle the tail end of my potato mash, no matter what the circumstances. Or how stunnng they may have looked after too long alone.
;-)
The podcast can be found here:
Sex
In A Tent
Download MP3 FileLabels: blog media
Bath. A visit amongst walking cornucopia?
When looking for new walking country the area around Bath was not one that had readily sprung to mind before. Seemingly rather too associated with the urban sprawl that is Bristol, the city of Bath has poured itself across the hollow surrounded by a ring of low lying hills. Not big hills you understand. But significant enough that my memories of previous visits all seem to start with a steep descent downwards to the city centre. Not a place for learner drivers worried by car hill starts and sliding clutch mastery.
I’ve stayed here a couple of times in the past, and travelled through literally scores of times on trips to Cornwall pre the building of the M5 motorway. But previous trips were all centre based for urban duties. And as a result I’d learnt two lessons about Bath.
Firstly. Almost without exception the centre shops seemed geared-up to the tourist trade, especially at the wealthier end of foreign tourist market. Or more accurately geared-up to fleece the unwary.
It seemed at one time that the free spending American or Japanese visitor drove the retailers of the city. Part of that grand tour that so delights a London based foreign traveller on a fixed schedule. To "do" the city of the Roman Spa bath, and more lately the Jane Austin heritage trail, usually via the pitiful stones of Stonehenge. Which as tasters of "real" English history are all piss poor examples, but probably a good grounding in what to expect as they shoot north via the Cotswolds for a flying visit to Stratford-upon-Avon, to "do" Shakespeare, and then off to Oxford before a return to the airport home having assimilated the key to the English psyche oh so well.
Or perhaps not. Eh?
As a result spending time in Bath could never be regarded as a cheap venture until one learns to avoid the shops and pay-to-view tourist hot spots, but instead enjoys for free such places as the Royal Crescent and the rest of the copious and still outstandingly remarkable Georgian architectural heritage. To walk amongst the outlying city streets beyond the main High Street area is simple to achieve, doesn’t need to cover any huge distances and is a simple way to get under the skin of those long dead architects whose legacy stands still so vibrant. And all for the price of a comfortable pair of walking shoes and an eye open to the feel for land, space and expressions of wealth and status.
Secondly, and I guess related to the first point, parking in Bath Is Not Cheap. Even when using the perimeter car parks - £8 for a five hour daytime visit anyone? Once again a reason to leave the car beyond the centre and use walking to explore at a leisurely pace those open spaces and back street architectural jewels often overlooked by the coach party visitor.
But this was the first time I’d both stayed outside the centre and remained for more than a few fleeting days. And I was pleasantly surprised by the extent of the green gaps separating Bath and Bristol. Not as expected the endless urban sprawl of a Bristol/Bath conurbation, but an area packed with many small and thriving villages along with the newer dormitory estates. A steady mix of village, and open countryside once away from the main A4 feeder route. Most of the villages, still remaining small, appear to be thriving, if their success can be based in the number of local pubs that still remain available to each area. And based on those conversations I heard around me local life still retains a predominantly rural outlook, despite their geographical position pincered between the two large population centres.
As the area’s OS map revealed with minimal research, the network of local footpaths is extremely rich. Add in the recent additions of more recent formal trails such as The Cotswold Way & Monarch Way, and the opportunity for a variety of almost inexhaustible circular day jaunts along country paths, with convenient lunchtime pub stops is easily achieved. Or perhaps a few linear routes with connecting local transport to return to the start?
For us, a local meander up to the viewpoint of Prospect Stile (OS Explorer 155: GR 713 684) taking in local footpaths near our holiday accommodation and passing along ancient hedgerows.
Onto the Cotswold Way as we left Bath Racecourse down to a fine ridge walk looking out over western Bath, in the distance the sight of hot air balloons being launched, slowly climbing up over the outskirts of Bath for their short flights in the sunlight. Making their way across the Avon valley.
And finally a short climb to the heady height of 218 m as we touched the small copse sitting atop Kelston Round Hill (OS Explorer 155: GR 710 676) There to sit and look across the wide panorama southwards, the Severn Bridge towers glinting in the afternoon sun, the Welsh hills rising darkly beyond, before an easy descent down to the pub and a return home.
Panorama? Now there’s a word I wouldn’t previously have associated with urban areas in the south of England (unless you include cliff top views of unending English Channel) And whilst the views were not of fellside peaks and deep valleys, the variety of landscape on offer is easily achieved at a fraction of the effort I’d normally expect. A genteel way to walk and then quietly watch the world unfold below. And still be home for tea.
Bath, as I mentioned at the outset, not an area that readily springs to mind for walking. But possibly one that is a well kept secret? Or perhaps just too easily overlooked by those of us who normally look for their walking challenge in those areas free from human habitation.
But with a little lateral thinking, the inherent variability of this landscape with its features and local antiquities, plus an enviable rights of way network, seem a distinct advantage for short breaks during those winter months and only a short distance from home.
A landscape that calls for future exploration I suspect.
Sunday, October 7
Balloon over Bath
Friday, October 5
A parting shot -Blog Action Day and the M62
Before I disappear off for a week, here's a couple of sites worth a thought.
2007 Blog Action Day has been organised by a core team of bloggers for October 15.
The aim - "In its inaugural year, Blog Action Day will be co-ordinating bloggers to tackle the issue of the environment by .....Publish a post on their blog which relates to an issue of their own choice pertaining to the environment .....and/or .....commit to donating their day’s advertising earnings to an environmental charity of their choice"
And as a complete contrast John Davies (a vicar of a small parish I believe) is Walking the M62
"I am currently walking the M62 motorway corridor, Hull back to Liverpool. Because I hope to learn to listen, because I hope to learn to see".
Most journey's have a objective. This is one of the more obtuse that I've come across, but possibly as valid as the LEJOG, in its own way? Labels: blog media, walks
Hip-pack Competition 2007 - Grand Awards
Plans to hire a major London venue for the grand prize winning were thrown into disarray by some 70s band (anyone remember Led Zep?) booking the venue. And thanks for asking but NO I didn't manage to get a ticket. Guess Knebworth '79 will have to be my last memory of them in full on rampage - sigh)
But to the task in hand. The final awards.
Despite flaky interest during the sunny and hot sultry nights of the year it seems all entrants decided that waiting for long dark and colder nights make more sense for ultra ultra lightweight camping.
Right. What a logical lot you are. Or does this blog attract would be masochists? LoL
And its interesting that the main contenders were all "newbies" to the outdoor blog scene. (What's up you oldies - all scaredy cats? Or been there done that already?)
Only one person managed to follow all the instructions to the letter. Well nearly. As the special e-mail hot line was only buzzing with activity when spammers spotted its existence (cheap viagra anyone - saves on tent poles apparently?)
But that aside - the spirit of the competition was observed to the full, and seems to have had its desired result in getting those involved to try something a little different on the outdoors theme. And have a bit of fun. Which was always the intention. And hopefully any discomfort that may have been experienced meant a few things were learnt for future occasions.
And so to the final results:
Mark over at lost-in-a-forest spent a relatively uneventful night at Cann Wood near Plymouth
A breakdown of his gear can be seen on his blog here; Mark's report on the outing can be found here and here. And this was the night's venue:
Total weight 1.454 kg (I just love that accuracy to 3 decimal places Mark!)
The jury particularly commended his creation of a new rucksack specifically for the challenge. And whilst applauding the innovative use of bin liners as waterproofs commented on the possibility of using them to double up as a groundsheet. And from the report provided he even managed most of a night's sleep.
And it was a night's sleep that seemed slightly more elusive for Gayle from M&G Go For A Walk dealing with the various wildlife to be found wandering past her night's pitch out on Cannock Chase.
A breakdown of Gayle's gear can be seen on here blog here and here with a report on the outing to be found here.
In this instance the jury commented on the tidiness of the gear on site, and the entrant's fortitude in sticking it out despite the rampant wildlife, and the tempting knowledge of a nice warm tent (and a nice warm partner?) in the vicinity.
Total weight 4.4 kg
There were other entries (well not a huge amount) but they were either abortive efforts or just a chance to give the bivvy approach a go without worrying about minimalist weight and a bit sneaky about the overnight accommodation
As to the general level of entry.
It was interesting that both the finalists were accompanied on their attempts by Podcast Bob's mp3 offerings. Highly suitable as he kindly provided the main prize a Nalgene Folding Canteen for this earlier in the year (and I happen to know he has the last few of these in stock - so grab them whilst they're still available)
And whilst the number of attempts reported to JH Towers was low (but highly select naturally) it was a noticeable increase on last year's entry (i.e. Nil) and has encouraged me to think about repeating this little game next year.
So any thoughts/feedback on how to improve it would be good. TGO challenge it will never be. But that's not the point here really. Is it now.
;-)
What's that? Who won? Oops nearly forgot. What a tease.
And the winner? Well you all were really. But in the end the Nalgene will be going to Mark, essentially for the lightest load.
But a special commendation prize will also be winging its way to Gayle - a copy of Ronald Turnbull's "The Book of The Bivvy"
Both prizes to be posted once this postal strike sorts itself out which will probably be after I return from next week's trip away in the wilds of Avon.
Bivvying? What in this weather? You must be kidding
;-)
Well done all - and thanks for your involvement in making this so much fun both for those involved, and those sat at home reading about it.
Nice one.Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Wednesday, October 3
Site update
Labels now added to the lower right hand links list. Saves hunting for that all essential stuff. Maybe.
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 2
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
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"Experience has taught me that when home sickness strikes I can either allow my mind to fester on it, or busy myself with other things"
An innocuous comment in Cameron McNeish ‘Wild Connection’ piece in November’s TGO magazine (extracted from "The Wilderness World of Cameron McNeish") But something that chimed a chord with my own particular experience.
An insignificant thought on the face of it, but a subject with the ability to destroy the enjoyment of an outdoors trip. Something that is rarely covered in the annals of outdoor writing usually covering daring-do feats in wild and oft foreign places. But with the increased ease to communicate via mobile phones one that can strike without warning.
I wouldn’t regard myself as that widely travelled. Over the years I’ve visited cultures in the USA, North Africa, and much of the Mediterranean. Fleeting sorties mostly. Enough to value the differences, and celebrate the commonality cross humanity. But at time the cultural differences can make one feel very much a stranger in a strange land.
Over recent years, busily raising a family, my trips away from home have mostly been within the UK. And with it a realisation that whilst travel does indeed broaden the mind, it’s more the act of removing oneself from the security blanket of home and the familiar that is at the heart of creating a traveller. An individual moving through life, anonymous for the most part amongst fellow humans busy with their normal day to day tasks.
Stuck in an anonymous hotel on the other side of the world for weeks on end, homesickness is a recognisable and accepted symptom. One of not belonging. Of being an outsider. Even when part of a group, and to some extent seemingly more insulated from the local culture, who amongst us have not lain awake at 4 a.m. body clock still tuned in to the noise of a background life still murmuring thousands of miles away. The ears automatically straining for those recognisable familiar sounds. The gurgle of the deep freeze unit; the snuffle of dogs moving in their sleep in the kitchen below. The distinctive tick of a favourite clock.
Those oh so minor background noises that suddenly seem to take on an intensely personal value. And then the understanding of this detached loneliness kick in. The mind unprepared for the sudden onrush of an unfamiliar emotion. The sudden desire to be far away from here - to be back amongst the familiar. Even to desire that tedium whilst instinctively understanding that its attraction will swiftly pall once again and be the catalyst for escape once more.
Homesickness will strike anywhere and at the strangest times. It’s not the distance from home that is the cause, although the stranger the surroundings, the more intense a catalyst. Or perhaps the expectation in a remote land provides some form of preparatory safeguard to watch out for the signs.
Perhaps it’s more an understanding that there is to be a semi-permanent separation from one’s chosen existence. An emotional mini-death of sorts? An exclusion.
I once had such an onrush barely five hours into train trip northwards at the sight of mother talking with her young children, despite my own being very much older, and ones that were bade farewell only that morning.
And despite increasing age/maturity along with degree of security of place and emotional stability, the feeling can still sneak up on my blind side and strike deep at times. And then, on some trips – totally unaffected.
How then to deal with it for those of us who need to escape the day to day routines? Especially those of us who travel solo, and as such will always be an outsider amongst the social cliques that form whenever more than a couple of people come together?
In my experience the first step is to recognise the feeling exists, and that it is a normal reaction, no matter whatever the trigger (in my case music is usually the cause) When that feeling wells up, accept it for what it is, don’t bother to dig into it, but gently acknowledge its existence, and then lay it to one side.
And then, as Cameron succinctly advises, don’t fester, get busy.
However minor the activity chosen, within minutes that emotion termed ‘homesickness’ drifts back to wherever it came from. It’s an approach that’s never failed me.
After the first attempt to break out into my consciousness any further outbreaks are somehow minimised to less subjective circumstances becoming more a reminder of the circumstance that describes my own existence. My basis for personal existence and community. A sort of comparative benchmark to check my frame of mind and acceptance of personal circumstance.
Surprisingly I’ve never had this feeling when wildcamping alone, far from others. But find it can especially strike when part of an enforced community. Such as leaving a strange pub, those within all familiar with their fellows and belonging, and myself leaving alone to go out into the darkness as I leave.
Or perhaps staying at a YHA, once an opportunity to meet fellow solo travellers, passing through from here to there; But these days so it seems, self contained groups safely insulated in their established inter-relational dynamics and thereby effectively excluding meaningful interaction with others that they meet.
So thanks Cameron for bringing this subject out into the open, where it can be recognised, examined, catalogued, and then put safely away in the box marked ‘Traveller’s Self-Help Kit’.
Labels: Mental Health, TGO Magazine
New Podcast & Love in a Tent Blog
Well it had to come. One of those dashed outdoor bloggers finally managed to link up a love of the outdoors with another passion (better look away now youngsters) S-E-X. The result - a book teasingly called Sex In A Tent.
Well Podcast Bob has thought it worthy enough of a podcast, and listening to author and blogger Michelle Waitzman it definitely sounds like she's carefully and tastefully considered a whole new angle on recreational activity outdoors. More than that I can't say at this time, the book not yet being available in the UK. But sounds interesting.
Whilst listening to the piece earlier today I was mulling over in the darker recesses of my mind (possibly a very apt location?) thinking over any of my own 'misdeeds' whilst out camping or backpacking.
Since Mrs H's motorcycle misadventures many years ago all my camping has been solo, especially when wildcamping. So any similarly themed excitement I can think of would, I suspect, have minimal appeal to those of you reading this. Solo that is.
And to be honest after a long day of backpacking, and the fell top wind and rain whistling past my ears my romantic inclinations are, to be blunt, nil.
But then I recalled an occasion many many years ago............
A hot and sultry summer day had been spent idly encamped near a secluded tarn, with an occasional dip to cool down. I'd not seen another walker for a couple of days now, and as darkness fell I cooked my evening meal, clothes unneccessary as the day's heat continued into the night.
As a result I remained firmly seated as an unexpected visitor suddenly appeared having ascended the narrow track behind my tent.
Our eyes exchanged glances as we said our hellos. I could tell from the way her gaze lingered longingly on my lap, my nudity sparingly covered by the plate and my meal remains, that I had something that she wanted. Perhaps needed. Her intention was clear.
I was, I admit, intrigued. For after many days alone in these hills contact with another was taken at face value, a welcome intrusion into my long term solitude.
She moved towards me breathing expectantly, eyes still feasting on my tanned limbs. And then her head slowly rubbed against my bare arm, and then my naked chest, moving downwards.
Gulp. What was I to do?
Submit to this stranger's desires, or protest and prepare to defend my honour?
There was no one else around. No likelihood of we two being surprised. Two strangers meeting in an unremarkable place. Ships in the night.
As her head continued to move still lower still my mind whirled with possibilities until something suddenly snapped me from this hypnotic revery and I firmly pushed her head away.
"No!" I shouted. "This can never be. It Must Not Happen".
For after all this had been my meal. And no bloody sheep was going to snaffle the tail end of my potato mash, no matter what the circumstances. Or how stunnng they may have looked after too long alone.
;-)
The podcast can be found here:
Sex
In A Tent
Download MP3 FileLabels: blog media
Bath. A visit amongst walking cornucopia?
When looking for new walking country the area around Bath was not one that had readily sprung to mind before. Seemingly rather too associated with the urban sprawl that is Bristol, the city of Bath has poured itself across the hollow surrounded by a ring of low lying hills. Not big hills you understand. But significant enough that my memories of previous visits all seem to start with a steep descent downwards to the city centre. Not a place for learner drivers worried by car hill starts and sliding clutch mastery.
I’ve stayed here a couple of times in the past, and travelled through literally scores of times on trips to Cornwall pre the building of the M5 motorway. But previous trips were all centre based for urban duties. And as a result I’d learnt two lessons about Bath.
Firstly. Almost without exception the centre shops seemed geared-up to the tourist trade, especially at the wealthier end of foreign tourist market. Or more accurately geared-up to fleece the unwary.
It seemed at one time that the free spending American or Japanese visitor drove the retailers of the city. Part of that grand tour that so delights a London based foreign traveller on a fixed schedule. To "do" the city of the Roman Spa bath, and more lately the Jane Austin heritage trail, usually via the pitiful stones of Stonehenge. Which as tasters of "real" English history are all piss poor examples, but probably a good grounding in what to expect as they shoot north via the Cotswolds for a flying visit to Stratford-upon-Avon, to "do" Shakespeare, and then off to Oxford before a return to the airport home having assimilated the key to the English psyche oh so well.
Or perhaps not. Eh?
As a result spending time in Bath could never be regarded as a cheap venture until one learns to avoid the shops and pay-to-view tourist hot spots, but instead enjoys for free such places as the Royal Crescent and the rest of the copious and still outstandingly remarkable Georgian architectural heritage. To walk amongst the outlying city streets beyond the main High Street area is simple to achieve, doesn’t need to cover any huge distances and is a simple way to get under the skin of those long dead architects whose legacy stands still so vibrant. And all for the price of a comfortable pair of walking shoes and an eye open to the feel for land, space and expressions of wealth and status.
Secondly, and I guess related to the first point, parking in Bath Is Not Cheap. Even when using the perimeter car parks - £8 for a five hour daytime visit anyone? Once again a reason to leave the car beyond the centre and use walking to explore at a leisurely pace those open spaces and back street architectural jewels often overlooked by the coach party visitor.
But this was the first time I’d both stayed outside the centre and remained for more than a few fleeting days. And I was pleasantly surprised by the extent of the green gaps separating Bath and Bristol. Not as expected the endless urban sprawl of a Bristol/Bath conurbation, but an area packed with many small and thriving villages along with the newer dormitory estates. A steady mix of village, and open countryside once away from the main A4 feeder route. Most of the villages, still remaining small, appear to be thriving, if their success can be based in the number of local pubs that still remain available to each area. And based on those conversations I heard around me local life still retains a predominantly rural outlook, despite their geographical position pincered between the two large population centres.
As the area’s OS map revealed with minimal research, the network of local footpaths is extremely rich. Add in the recent additions of more recent formal trails such as The Cotswold Way & Monarch Way, and the opportunity for a variety of almost inexhaustible circular day jaunts along country paths, with convenient lunchtime pub stops is easily achieved. Or perhaps a few linear routes with connecting local transport to return to the start?
For us, a local meander up to the viewpoint of Prospect Stile (OS Explorer 155: GR 713 684) taking in local footpaths near our holiday accommodation and passing along ancient hedgerows.
Onto the Cotswold Way as we left Bath Racecourse down to a fine ridge walk looking out over western Bath, in the distance the sight of hot air balloons being launched, slowly climbing up over the outskirts of Bath for their short flights in the sunlight. Making their way across the Avon valley.
And finally a short climb to the heady height of 218 m as we touched the small copse sitting atop Kelston Round Hill (OS Explorer 155: GR 710 676) There to sit and look across the wide panorama southwards, the Severn Bridge towers glinting in the afternoon sun, the Welsh hills rising darkly beyond, before an easy descent down to the pub and a return home.
Panorama? Now there’s a word I wouldn’t previously have associated with urban areas in the south of England (unless you include cliff top views of unending English Channel) And whilst the views were not of fellside peaks and deep valleys, the variety of landscape on offer is easily achieved at a fraction of the effort I’d normally expect. A genteel way to walk and then quietly watch the world unfold below. And still be home for tea.
Bath, as I mentioned at the outset, not an area that readily springs to mind for walking. But possibly one that is a well kept secret? Or perhaps just too easily overlooked by those of us who normally look for their walking challenge in those areas free from human habitation.
But with a little lateral thinking, the inherent variability of this landscape with its features and local antiquities, plus an enviable rights of way network, seem a distinct advantage for short breaks during those winter months and only a short distance from home.
A landscape that calls for future exploration I suspect.
Sunday, October 7
Balloon over Bath
Friday, October 5
A parting shot -Blog Action Day and the M62
Before I disappear off for a week, here's a couple of sites worth a thought.
2007 Blog Action Day has been organised by a core team of bloggers for October 15.
The aim - "In its inaugural year, Blog Action Day will be co-ordinating bloggers to tackle the issue of the environment by .....Publish a post on their blog which relates to an issue of their own choice pertaining to the environment .....and/or .....commit to donating their day’s advertising earnings to an environmental charity of their choice"
And as a complete contrast John Davies (a vicar of a small parish I believe) is Walking the M62
"I am currently walking the M62 motorway corridor, Hull back to Liverpool. Because I hope to learn to listen, because I hope to learn to see".
Most journey's have a objective. This is one of the more obtuse that I've come across, but possibly as valid as the LEJOG, in its own way? Labels: blog media, walks
Hip-pack Competition 2007 - Grand Awards
Plans to hire a major London venue for the grand prize winning were thrown into disarray by some 70s band (anyone remember Led Zep?) booking the venue. And thanks for asking but NO I didn't manage to get a ticket. Guess Knebworth '79 will have to be my last memory of them in full on rampage - sigh)
But to the task in hand. The final awards.
Despite flaky interest during the sunny and hot sultry nights of the year it seems all entrants decided that waiting for long dark and colder nights make more sense for ultra ultra lightweight camping.
Right. What a logical lot you are. Or does this blog attract would be masochists? LoL
And its interesting that the main contenders were all "newbies" to the outdoor blog scene. (What's up you oldies - all scaredy cats? Or been there done that already?)
Only one person managed to follow all the instructions to the letter. Well nearly. As the special e-mail hot line was only buzzing with activity when spammers spotted its existence (cheap viagra anyone - saves on tent poles apparently?)
But that aside - the spirit of the competition was observed to the full, and seems to have had its desired result in getting those involved to try something a little different on the outdoors theme. And have a bit of fun. Which was always the intention. And hopefully any discomfort that may have been experienced meant a few things were learnt for future occasions.
And so to the final results:
Mark over at lost-in-a-forest spent a relatively uneventful night at Cann Wood near Plymouth
A breakdown of his gear can be seen on his blog here; Mark's report on the outing can be found here and here. And this was the night's venue:
Total weight 1.454 kg (I just love that accuracy to 3 decimal places Mark!)
The jury particularly commended his creation of a new rucksack specifically for the challenge. And whilst applauding the innovative use of bin liners as waterproofs commented on the possibility of using them to double up as a groundsheet. And from the report provided he even managed most of a night's sleep.
And it was a night's sleep that seemed slightly more elusive for Gayle from M&G Go For A Walk dealing with the various wildlife to be found wandering past her night's pitch out on Cannock Chase.
A breakdown of Gayle's gear can be seen on here blog here and here with a report on the outing to be found here.
In this instance the jury commented on the tidiness of the gear on site, and the entrant's fortitude in sticking it out despite the rampant wildlife, and the tempting knowledge of a nice warm tent (and a nice warm partner?) in the vicinity.
Total weight 4.4 kg
There were other entries (well not a huge amount) but they were either abortive efforts or just a chance to give the bivvy approach a go without worrying about minimalist weight and a bit sneaky about the overnight accommodation
As to the general level of entry.
It was interesting that both the finalists were accompanied on their attempts by Podcast Bob's mp3 offerings. Highly suitable as he kindly provided the main prize a Nalgene Folding Canteen for this earlier in the year (and I happen to know he has the last few of these in stock - so grab them whilst they're still available)
And whilst the number of attempts reported to JH Towers was low (but highly select naturally) it was a noticeable increase on last year's entry (i.e. Nil) and has encouraged me to think about repeating this little game next year.
So any thoughts/feedback on how to improve it would be good. TGO challenge it will never be. But that's not the point here really. Is it now.
;-)
What's that? Who won? Oops nearly forgot. What a tease.
And the winner? Well you all were really. But in the end the Nalgene will be going to Mark, essentially for the lightest load.
But a special commendation prize will also be winging its way to Gayle - a copy of Ronald Turnbull's "The Book of The Bivvy"
Both prizes to be posted once this postal strike sorts itself out which will probably be after I return from next week's trip away in the wilds of Avon.
Bivvying? What in this weather? You must be kidding
;-)
Well done all - and thanks for your involvement in making this so much fun both for those involved, and those sat at home reading about it.
Nice one.Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Wednesday, October 3
Site update
Labels now added to the lower right hand links list. Saves hunting for that all essential stuff. Maybe.
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 2
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
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Well Podcast Bob has thought it worthy enough of a podcast, and listening to author and blogger Michelle Waitzman it definitely sounds like she's carefully and tastefully considered a whole new angle on recreational activity outdoors. More than that I can't say at this time, the book not yet being available in the UK. But sounds interesting.
Whilst listening to the piece earlier today I was mulling over in the darker recesses of my mind (possibly a very apt location?) thinking over any of my own 'misdeeds' whilst out camping or backpacking.
Since Mrs H's motorcycle misadventures many years ago all my camping has been solo, especially when wildcamping. So any similarly themed excitement I can think of would, I suspect, have minimal appeal to those of you reading this. Solo that is.
And to be honest after a long day of backpacking, and the fell top wind and rain whistling past my ears my romantic inclinations are, to be blunt, nil.
But then I recalled an occasion many many years ago............
A hot and sultry summer day had been spent idly encamped near a secluded tarn, with an occasional dip to cool down. I'd not seen another walker for a couple of days now, and as darkness fell I cooked my evening meal, clothes unneccessary as the day's heat continued into the night.
As a result I remained firmly seated as an unexpected visitor suddenly appeared having ascended the narrow track behind my tent.
Our eyes exchanged glances as we said our hellos. I could tell from the way her gaze lingered longingly on my lap, my nudity sparingly covered by the plate and my meal remains, that I had something that she wanted. Perhaps needed. Her intention was clear.
I was, I admit, intrigued. For after many days alone in these hills contact with another was taken at face value, a welcome intrusion into my long term solitude.
She moved towards me breathing expectantly, eyes still feasting on my tanned limbs. And then her head slowly rubbed against my bare arm, and then my naked chest, moving downwards.
Gulp. What was I to do?
Submit to this stranger's desires, or protest and prepare to defend my honour?
There was no one else around. No likelihood of we two being surprised. Two strangers meeting in an unremarkable place. Ships in the night.
As her head continued to move still lower still my mind whirled with possibilities until something suddenly snapped me from this hypnotic revery and I firmly pushed her head away.
"No!" I shouted. "This can never be. It Must Not Happen".
For after all this had been my meal. And no bloody sheep was going to snaffle the tail end of my potato mash, no matter what the circumstances. Or how stunnng they may have looked after too long alone.
;-)
The podcast can be found here:
Sex
In A Tent
Download MP3 File
In A Tent
Download MP3 File
Labels: blog media
Bath. A visit amongst walking cornucopia?
When looking for new walking country the area around Bath was not one that had readily sprung to mind before. Seemingly rather too associated with the urban sprawl that is Bristol, the city of Bath has poured itself across the hollow surrounded by a ring of low lying hills. Not big hills you understand. But significant enough that my memories of previous visits all seem to start with a steep descent downwards to the city centre. Not a place for learner drivers worried by car hill starts and sliding clutch mastery.
I’ve stayed here a couple of times in the past, and travelled through literally scores of times on trips to Cornwall pre the building of the M5 motorway. But previous trips were all centre based for urban duties. And as a result I’d learnt two lessons about Bath.
Firstly. Almost without exception the centre shops seemed geared-up to the tourist trade, especially at the wealthier end of foreign tourist market. Or more accurately geared-up to fleece the unwary.
It seemed at one time that the free spending American or Japanese visitor drove the retailers of the city. Part of that grand tour that so delights a London based foreign traveller on a fixed schedule. To "do" the city of the Roman Spa bath, and more lately the Jane Austin heritage trail, usually via the pitiful stones of Stonehenge. Which as tasters of "real" English history are all piss poor examples, but probably a good grounding in what to expect as they shoot north via the Cotswolds for a flying visit to Stratford-upon-Avon, to "do" Shakespeare, and then off to Oxford before a return to the airport home having assimilated the key to the English psyche oh so well.
Or perhaps not. Eh?
As a result spending time in Bath could never be regarded as a cheap venture until one learns to avoid the shops and pay-to-view tourist hot spots, but instead enjoys for free such places as the Royal Crescent and the rest of the copious and still outstandingly remarkable Georgian architectural heritage. To walk amongst the outlying city streets beyond the main High Street area is simple to achieve, doesn’t need to cover any huge distances and is a simple way to get under the skin of those long dead architects whose legacy stands still so vibrant. And all for the price of a comfortable pair of walking shoes and an eye open to the feel for land, space and expressions of wealth and status.
Secondly, and I guess related to the first point, parking in Bath Is Not Cheap. Even when using the perimeter car parks - £8 for a five hour daytime visit anyone? Once again a reason to leave the car beyond the centre and use walking to explore at a leisurely pace those open spaces and back street architectural jewels often overlooked by the coach party visitor.
But this was the first time I’d both stayed outside the centre and remained for more than a few fleeting days. And I was pleasantly surprised by the extent of the green gaps separating Bath and Bristol. Not as expected the endless urban sprawl of a Bristol/Bath conurbation, but an area packed with many small and thriving villages along with the newer dormitory estates. A steady mix of village, and open countryside once away from the main A4 feeder route. Most of the villages, still remaining small, appear to be thriving, if their success can be based in the number of local pubs that still remain available to each area. And based on those conversations I heard around me local life still retains a predominantly rural outlook, despite their geographical position pincered between the two large population centres.
As the area’s OS map revealed with minimal research, the network of local footpaths is extremely rich. Add in the recent additions of more recent formal trails such as The Cotswold Way & Monarch Way, and the opportunity for a variety of almost inexhaustible circular day jaunts along country paths, with convenient lunchtime pub stops is easily achieved. Or perhaps a few linear routes with connecting local transport to return to the start?
For us, a local meander up to the viewpoint of Prospect Stile (OS Explorer 155: GR 713 684) taking in local footpaths near our holiday accommodation and passing along ancient hedgerows.
Onto the Cotswold Way as we left Bath Racecourse down to a fine ridge walk looking out over western Bath, in the distance the sight of hot air balloons being launched, slowly climbing up over the outskirts of Bath for their short flights in the sunlight. Making their way across the Avon valley.
And finally a short climb to the heady height of 218 m as we touched the small copse sitting atop Kelston Round Hill (OS Explorer 155: GR 710 676) There to sit and look across the wide panorama southwards, the Severn Bridge towers glinting in the afternoon sun, the Welsh hills rising darkly beyond, before an easy descent down to the pub and a return home.
Panorama? Now there’s a word I wouldn’t previously have associated with urban areas in the south of England (unless you include cliff top views of unending English Channel) And whilst the views were not of fellside peaks and deep valleys, the variety of landscape on offer is easily achieved at a fraction of the effort I’d normally expect. A genteel way to walk and then quietly watch the world unfold below. And still be home for tea.
Bath, as I mentioned at the outset, not an area that readily springs to mind for walking. But possibly one that is a well kept secret? Or perhaps just too easily overlooked by those of us who normally look for their walking challenge in those areas free from human habitation.
But with a little lateral thinking, the inherent variability of this landscape with its features and local antiquities, plus an enviable rights of way network, seem a distinct advantage for short breaks during those winter months and only a short distance from home.
A landscape that calls for future exploration I suspect.
Sunday, October 7
Balloon over Bath
Friday, October 5
A parting shot -Blog Action Day and the M62
Before I disappear off for a week, here's a couple of sites worth a thought.
2007 Blog Action Day has been organised by a core team of bloggers for October 15.
The aim - "In its inaugural year, Blog Action Day will be co-ordinating bloggers to tackle the issue of the environment by .....Publish a post on their blog which relates to an issue of their own choice pertaining to the environment .....and/or .....commit to donating their day’s advertising earnings to an environmental charity of their choice"
And as a complete contrast John Davies (a vicar of a small parish I believe) is Walking the M62
"I am currently walking the M62 motorway corridor, Hull back to Liverpool. Because I hope to learn to listen, because I hope to learn to see".
Most journey's have a objective. This is one of the more obtuse that I've come across, but possibly as valid as the LEJOG, in its own way? Labels: blog media, walks
Hip-pack Competition 2007 - Grand Awards
Plans to hire a major London venue for the grand prize winning were thrown into disarray by some 70s band (anyone remember Led Zep?) booking the venue. And thanks for asking but NO I didn't manage to get a ticket. Guess Knebworth '79 will have to be my last memory of them in full on rampage - sigh)
But to the task in hand. The final awards.
Despite flaky interest during the sunny and hot sultry nights of the year it seems all entrants decided that waiting for long dark and colder nights make more sense for ultra ultra lightweight camping.
Right. What a logical lot you are. Or does this blog attract would be masochists? LoL
And its interesting that the main contenders were all "newbies" to the outdoor blog scene. (What's up you oldies - all scaredy cats? Or been there done that already?)
Only one person managed to follow all the instructions to the letter. Well nearly. As the special e-mail hot line was only buzzing with activity when spammers spotted its existence (cheap viagra anyone - saves on tent poles apparently?)
But that aside - the spirit of the competition was observed to the full, and seems to have had its desired result in getting those involved to try something a little different on the outdoors theme. And have a bit of fun. Which was always the intention. And hopefully any discomfort that may have been experienced meant a few things were learnt for future occasions.
And so to the final results:
Mark over at lost-in-a-forest spent a relatively uneventful night at Cann Wood near Plymouth
A breakdown of his gear can be seen on his blog here; Mark's report on the outing can be found here and here. And this was the night's venue:
Total weight 1.454 kg (I just love that accuracy to 3 decimal places Mark!)
The jury particularly commended his creation of a new rucksack specifically for the challenge. And whilst applauding the innovative use of bin liners as waterproofs commented on the possibility of using them to double up as a groundsheet. And from the report provided he even managed most of a night's sleep.
And it was a night's sleep that seemed slightly more elusive for Gayle from M&G Go For A Walk dealing with the various wildlife to be found wandering past her night's pitch out on Cannock Chase.
A breakdown of Gayle's gear can be seen on here blog here and here with a report on the outing to be found here.
In this instance the jury commented on the tidiness of the gear on site, and the entrant's fortitude in sticking it out despite the rampant wildlife, and the tempting knowledge of a nice warm tent (and a nice warm partner?) in the vicinity.
Total weight 4.4 kg
There were other entries (well not a huge amount) but they were either abortive efforts or just a chance to give the bivvy approach a go without worrying about minimalist weight and a bit sneaky about the overnight accommodation
As to the general level of entry.
It was interesting that both the finalists were accompanied on their attempts by Podcast Bob's mp3 offerings. Highly suitable as he kindly provided the main prize a Nalgene Folding Canteen for this earlier in the year (and I happen to know he has the last few of these in stock - so grab them whilst they're still available)
And whilst the number of attempts reported to JH Towers was low (but highly select naturally) it was a noticeable increase on last year's entry (i.e. Nil) and has encouraged me to think about repeating this little game next year.
So any thoughts/feedback on how to improve it would be good. TGO challenge it will never be. But that's not the point here really. Is it now.
;-)
What's that? Who won? Oops nearly forgot. What a tease.
And the winner? Well you all were really. But in the end the Nalgene will be going to Mark, essentially for the lightest load.
But a special commendation prize will also be winging its way to Gayle - a copy of Ronald Turnbull's "The Book of The Bivvy"
Both prizes to be posted once this postal strike sorts itself out which will probably be after I return from next week's trip away in the wilds of Avon.
Bivvying? What in this weather? You must be kidding
;-)
Well done all - and thanks for your involvement in making this so much fun both for those involved, and those sat at home reading about it.
Nice one.Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Wednesday, October 3
Site update
Labels now added to the lower right hand links list. Saves hunting for that all essential stuff. Maybe.
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 2
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
I’ve stayed here a couple of times in the past, and travelled through literally scores of times on trips to Cornwall pre the building of the M5 motorway. But previous trips were all centre based for urban duties. And as a result I’d learnt two lessons about Bath.
Firstly. Almost without exception the centre shops seemed geared-up to the tourist trade, especially at the wealthier end of foreign tourist market. Or more accurately geared-up to fleece the unwary.
It seemed at one time that the free spending American or Japanese visitor drove the retailers of the city. Part of that grand tour that so delights a London based foreign traveller on a fixed schedule. To "do" the city of the Roman Spa bath, and more lately the Jane Austin heritage trail, usually via the pitiful stones of Stonehenge. Which as tasters of "real" English history are all piss poor examples, but probably a good grounding in what to expect as they shoot north via the Cotswolds for a flying visit to Stratford-upon-Avon, to "do" Shakespeare, and then off to Oxford before a return to the airport home having assimilated the key to the English psyche oh so well.
Or perhaps not. Eh?
As a result spending time in Bath could never be regarded as a cheap venture until one learns to avoid the shops and pay-to-view tourist hot spots, but instead enjoys for free such places as the Royal Crescent and the rest of the copious and still outstandingly remarkable Georgian architectural heritage. To walk amongst the outlying city streets beyond the main High Street area is simple to achieve, doesn’t need to cover any huge distances and is a simple way to get under the skin of those long dead architects whose legacy stands still so vibrant. And all for the price of a comfortable pair of walking shoes and an eye open to the feel for land, space and expressions of wealth and status.
Secondly, and I guess related to the first point, parking in Bath Is Not Cheap. Even when using the perimeter car parks - £8 for a five hour daytime visit anyone? Once again a reason to leave the car beyond the centre and use walking to explore at a leisurely pace those open spaces and back street architectural jewels often overlooked by the coach party visitor.
But this was the first time I’d both stayed outside the centre and remained for more than a few fleeting days. And I was pleasantly surprised by the extent of the green gaps separating Bath and Bristol. Not as expected the endless urban sprawl of a Bristol/Bath conurbation, but an area packed with many small and thriving villages along with the newer dormitory estates. A steady mix of village, and open countryside once away from the main A4 feeder route. Most of the villages, still remaining small, appear to be thriving, if their success can be based in the number of local pubs that still remain available to each area. And based on those conversations I heard around me local life still retains a predominantly rural outlook, despite their geographical position pincered between the two large population centres.
As the area’s OS map revealed with minimal research, the network of local footpaths is extremely rich. Add in the recent additions of more recent formal trails such as The Cotswold Way & Monarch Way, and the opportunity for a variety of almost inexhaustible circular day jaunts along country paths, with convenient lunchtime pub stops is easily achieved. Or perhaps a few linear routes with connecting local transport to return to the start?
For us, a local meander up to the viewpoint of Prospect Stile (OS Explorer 155: GR 713 684) taking in local footpaths near our holiday accommodation and passing along ancient hedgerows.
Onto the Cotswold Way as we left Bath Racecourse down to a fine ridge walk looking out over western Bath, in the distance the sight of hot air balloons being launched, slowly climbing up over the outskirts of Bath for their short flights in the sunlight. Making their way across the Avon valley.
And finally a short climb to the heady height of 218 m as we touched the small copse sitting atop Kelston Round Hill (OS Explorer 155: GR 710 676) There to sit and look across the wide panorama southwards, the Severn Bridge towers glinting in the afternoon sun, the Welsh hills rising darkly beyond, before an easy descent down to the pub and a return home.
Panorama? Now there’s a word I wouldn’t previously have associated with urban areas in the south of England (unless you include cliff top views of unending English Channel) And whilst the views were not of fellside peaks and deep valleys, the variety of landscape on offer is easily achieved at a fraction of the effort I’d normally expect. A genteel way to walk and then quietly watch the world unfold below. And still be home for tea.
Bath, as I mentioned at the outset, not an area that readily springs to mind for walking. But possibly one that is a well kept secret? Or perhaps just too easily overlooked by those of us who normally look for their walking challenge in those areas free from human habitation.
But with a little lateral thinking, the inherent variability of this landscape with its features and local antiquities, plus an enviable rights of way network, seem a distinct advantage for short breaks during those winter months and only a short distance from home.
A landscape that calls for future exploration I suspect.
Balloon over Bath
Friday, October 5
A parting shot -Blog Action Day and the M62
Before I disappear off for a week, here's a couple of sites worth a thought.
2007 Blog Action Day has been organised by a core team of bloggers for October 15.
The aim - "In its inaugural year, Blog Action Day will be co-ordinating bloggers to tackle the issue of the environment by .....Publish a post on their blog which relates to an issue of their own choice pertaining to the environment .....and/or .....commit to donating their day’s advertising earnings to an environmental charity of their choice"
And as a complete contrast John Davies (a vicar of a small parish I believe) is Walking the M62
"I am currently walking the M62 motorway corridor, Hull back to Liverpool. Because I hope to learn to listen, because I hope to learn to see".
Most journey's have a objective. This is one of the more obtuse that I've come across, but possibly as valid as the LEJOG, in its own way? Labels: blog media, walks
Hip-pack Competition 2007 - Grand Awards
Plans to hire a major London venue for the grand prize winning were thrown into disarray by some 70s band (anyone remember Led Zep?) booking the venue. And thanks for asking but NO I didn't manage to get a ticket. Guess Knebworth '79 will have to be my last memory of them in full on rampage - sigh)
But to the task in hand. The final awards.
Despite flaky interest during the sunny and hot sultry nights of the year it seems all entrants decided that waiting for long dark and colder nights make more sense for ultra ultra lightweight camping.
Right. What a logical lot you are. Or does this blog attract would be masochists? LoL
And its interesting that the main contenders were all "newbies" to the outdoor blog scene. (What's up you oldies - all scaredy cats? Or been there done that already?)
Only one person managed to follow all the instructions to the letter. Well nearly. As the special e-mail hot line was only buzzing with activity when spammers spotted its existence (cheap viagra anyone - saves on tent poles apparently?)
But that aside - the spirit of the competition was observed to the full, and seems to have had its desired result in getting those involved to try something a little different on the outdoors theme. And have a bit of fun. Which was always the intention. And hopefully any discomfort that may have been experienced meant a few things were learnt for future occasions.
And so to the final results:
Mark over at lost-in-a-forest spent a relatively uneventful night at Cann Wood near Plymouth
A breakdown of his gear can be seen on his blog here; Mark's report on the outing can be found here and here. And this was the night's venue:
Total weight 1.454 kg (I just love that accuracy to 3 decimal places Mark!)
The jury particularly commended his creation of a new rucksack specifically for the challenge. And whilst applauding the innovative use of bin liners as waterproofs commented on the possibility of using them to double up as a groundsheet. And from the report provided he even managed most of a night's sleep.
And it was a night's sleep that seemed slightly more elusive for Gayle from M&G Go For A Walk dealing with the various wildlife to be found wandering past her night's pitch out on Cannock Chase.
A breakdown of Gayle's gear can be seen on here blog here and here with a report on the outing to be found here.
In this instance the jury commented on the tidiness of the gear on site, and the entrant's fortitude in sticking it out despite the rampant wildlife, and the tempting knowledge of a nice warm tent (and a nice warm partner?) in the vicinity.
Total weight 4.4 kg
There were other entries (well not a huge amount) but they were either abortive efforts or just a chance to give the bivvy approach a go without worrying about minimalist weight and a bit sneaky about the overnight accommodation
As to the general level of entry.
It was interesting that both the finalists were accompanied on their attempts by Podcast Bob's mp3 offerings. Highly suitable as he kindly provided the main prize a Nalgene Folding Canteen for this earlier in the year (and I happen to know he has the last few of these in stock - so grab them whilst they're still available)
And whilst the number of attempts reported to JH Towers was low (but highly select naturally) it was a noticeable increase on last year's entry (i.e. Nil) and has encouraged me to think about repeating this little game next year.
So any thoughts/feedback on how to improve it would be good. TGO challenge it will never be. But that's not the point here really. Is it now.
;-)
What's that? Who won? Oops nearly forgot. What a tease.
And the winner? Well you all were really. But in the end the Nalgene will be going to Mark, essentially for the lightest load.
But a special commendation prize will also be winging its way to Gayle - a copy of Ronald Turnbull's "The Book of The Bivvy"
Both prizes to be posted once this postal strike sorts itself out which will probably be after I return from next week's trip away in the wilds of Avon.
Bivvying? What in this weather? You must be kidding
;-)
Well done all - and thanks for your involvement in making this so much fun both for those involved, and those sat at home reading about it.
Nice one.Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Wednesday, October 3
Site update
Labels now added to the lower right hand links list. Saves hunting for that all essential stuff. Maybe.
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 2
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
A parting shot -Blog Action Day and the M62
Before I disappear off for a week, here's a couple of sites worth a thought.
2007 Blog Action Day has been organised by a core team of bloggers for October 15.
The aim - "In its inaugural year, Blog Action Day will be co-ordinating bloggers to tackle the issue of the environment by .....Publish a post on their blog which relates to an issue of their own choice pertaining to the environment .....and/or .....commit to donating their day’s advertising earnings to an environmental charity of their choice"
And as a complete contrast John Davies (a vicar of a small parish I believe) is Walking the M62
"I am currently walking the M62 motorway corridor, Hull back to Liverpool. Because I hope to learn to listen, because I hope to learn to see".
Most journey's have a objective. This is one of the more obtuse that I've come across, but possibly as valid as the LEJOG, in its own way? Labels: blog media, walks
Hip-pack Competition 2007 - Grand Awards
Plans to hire a major London venue for the grand prize winning were thrown into disarray by some 70s band (anyone remember Led Zep?) booking the venue. And thanks for asking but NO I didn't manage to get a ticket. Guess Knebworth '79 will have to be my last memory of them in full on rampage - sigh)
But to the task in hand. The final awards.
Despite flaky interest during the sunny and hot sultry nights of the year it seems all entrants decided that waiting for long dark and colder nights make more sense for ultra ultra lightweight camping.
Right. What a logical lot you are. Or does this blog attract would be masochists? LoL
And its interesting that the main contenders were all "newbies" to the outdoor blog scene. (What's up you oldies - all scaredy cats? Or been there done that already?)
Only one person managed to follow all the instructions to the letter. Well nearly. As the special e-mail hot line was only buzzing with activity when spammers spotted its existence (cheap viagra anyone - saves on tent poles apparently?)
But that aside - the spirit of the competition was observed to the full, and seems to have had its desired result in getting those involved to try something a little different on the outdoors theme. And have a bit of fun. Which was always the intention. And hopefully any discomfort that may have been experienced meant a few things were learnt for future occasions.
And so to the final results:
Mark over at lost-in-a-forest spent a relatively uneventful night at Cann Wood near Plymouth
A breakdown of his gear can be seen on his blog here; Mark's report on the outing can be found here and here. And this was the night's venue:
Total weight 1.454 kg (I just love that accuracy to 3 decimal places Mark!)
The jury particularly commended his creation of a new rucksack specifically for the challenge. And whilst applauding the innovative use of bin liners as waterproofs commented on the possibility of using them to double up as a groundsheet. And from the report provided he even managed most of a night's sleep.
And it was a night's sleep that seemed slightly more elusive for Gayle from M&G Go For A Walk dealing with the various wildlife to be found wandering past her night's pitch out on Cannock Chase.
A breakdown of Gayle's gear can be seen on here blog here and here with a report on the outing to be found here.
In this instance the jury commented on the tidiness of the gear on site, and the entrant's fortitude in sticking it out despite the rampant wildlife, and the tempting knowledge of a nice warm tent (and a nice warm partner?) in the vicinity.
Total weight 4.4 kg
There were other entries (well not a huge amount) but they were either abortive efforts or just a chance to give the bivvy approach a go without worrying about minimalist weight and a bit sneaky about the overnight accommodation
As to the general level of entry.
It was interesting that both the finalists were accompanied on their attempts by Podcast Bob's mp3 offerings. Highly suitable as he kindly provided the main prize a Nalgene Folding Canteen for this earlier in the year (and I happen to know he has the last few of these in stock - so grab them whilst they're still available)
And whilst the number of attempts reported to JH Towers was low (but highly select naturally) it was a noticeable increase on last year's entry (i.e. Nil) and has encouraged me to think about repeating this little game next year.
So any thoughts/feedback on how to improve it would be good. TGO challenge it will never be. But that's not the point here really. Is it now.
;-)
What's that? Who won? Oops nearly forgot. What a tease.
And the winner? Well you all were really. But in the end the Nalgene will be going to Mark, essentially for the lightest load.
But a special commendation prize will also be winging its way to Gayle - a copy of Ronald Turnbull's "The Book of The Bivvy"
Both prizes to be posted once this postal strike sorts itself out which will probably be after I return from next week's trip away in the wilds of Avon.
Bivvying? What in this weather? You must be kidding
;-)
Well done all - and thanks for your involvement in making this so much fun both for those involved, and those sat at home reading about it.
Nice one.Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Wednesday, October 3
Site update
Labels now added to the lower right hand links list. Saves hunting for that all essential stuff. Maybe.
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 2
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
2007 Blog Action Day has been organised by a core team of bloggers for October 15.
The aim - "In its inaugural year, Blog Action Day will be co-ordinating bloggers to tackle the issue of the environment by .....Publish a post on their blog which relates to an issue of their own choice pertaining to the environment .....and/or .....commit to donating their day’s advertising earnings to an environmental charity of their choice"
And as a complete contrast John Davies (a vicar of a small parish I believe) is Walking the M62
"I am currently walking the M62 motorway corridor, Hull back to Liverpool. Because I hope to learn to listen, because I hope to learn to see".
Most journey's have a objective. This is one of the more obtuse that I've come across, but possibly as valid as the LEJOG, in its own way?
Labels: blog media, walks
Hip-pack Competition 2007 - Grand Awards
Plans to hire a major London venue for the grand prize winning were thrown into disarray by some 70s band (anyone remember Led Zep?) booking the venue. And thanks for asking but NO I didn't manage to get a ticket. Guess Knebworth '79 will have to be my last memory of them in full on rampage - sigh)
But to the task in hand. The final awards.
Despite flaky interest during the sunny and hot sultry nights of the year it seems all entrants decided that waiting for long dark and colder nights make more sense for ultra ultra lightweight camping.
Right. What a logical lot you are. Or does this blog attract would be masochists? LoL
And its interesting that the main contenders were all "newbies" to the outdoor blog scene. (What's up you oldies - all scaredy cats? Or been there done that already?)
Only one person managed to follow all the instructions to the letter. Well nearly. As the special e-mail hot line was only buzzing with activity when spammers spotted its existence (cheap viagra anyone - saves on tent poles apparently?)
But that aside - the spirit of the competition was observed to the full, and seems to have had its desired result in getting those involved to try something a little different on the outdoors theme. And have a bit of fun. Which was always the intention. And hopefully any discomfort that may have been experienced meant a few things were learnt for future occasions.
And so to the final results:
Mark over at lost-in-a-forest spent a relatively uneventful night at Cann Wood near Plymouth
A breakdown of his gear can be seen on his blog here; Mark's report on the outing can be found here and here. And this was the night's venue:
Total weight 1.454 kg (I just love that accuracy to 3 decimal places Mark!)
The jury particularly commended his creation of a new rucksack specifically for the challenge. And whilst applauding the innovative use of bin liners as waterproofs commented on the possibility of using them to double up as a groundsheet. And from the report provided he even managed most of a night's sleep.
And it was a night's sleep that seemed slightly more elusive for Gayle from M&G Go For A Walk dealing with the various wildlife to be found wandering past her night's pitch out on Cannock Chase.
A breakdown of Gayle's gear can be seen on here blog here and here with a report on the outing to be found here.
In this instance the jury commented on the tidiness of the gear on site, and the entrant's fortitude in sticking it out despite the rampant wildlife, and the tempting knowledge of a nice warm tent (and a nice warm partner?) in the vicinity.
Total weight 4.4 kg
There were other entries (well not a huge amount) but they were either abortive efforts or just a chance to give the bivvy approach a go without worrying about minimalist weight and a bit sneaky about the overnight accommodation
As to the general level of entry.
It was interesting that both the finalists were accompanied on their attempts by Podcast Bob's mp3 offerings. Highly suitable as he kindly provided the main prize a Nalgene Folding Canteen for this earlier in the year (and I happen to know he has the last few of these in stock - so grab them whilst they're still available)
And whilst the number of attempts reported to JH Towers was low (but highly select naturally) it was a noticeable increase on last year's entry (i.e. Nil) and has encouraged me to think about repeating this little game next year.
So any thoughts/feedback on how to improve it would be good. TGO challenge it will never be. But that's not the point here really. Is it now.
;-)
What's that? Who won? Oops nearly forgot. What a tease.
And the winner? Well you all were really. But in the end the Nalgene will be going to Mark, essentially for the lightest load.
But a special commendation prize will also be winging its way to Gayle - a copy of Ronald Turnbull's "The Book of The Bivvy"
Both prizes to be posted once this postal strike sorts itself out which will probably be after I return from next week's trip away in the wilds of Avon.
Bivvying? What in this weather? You must be kidding
;-)
Well done all - and thanks for your involvement in making this so much fun both for those involved, and those sat at home reading about it.
Nice one.Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Wednesday, October 3
Site update
Labels now added to the lower right hand links list. Saves hunting for that all essential stuff. Maybe.
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 2
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
But to the task in hand. The final awards.
Despite flaky interest during the sunny and hot sultry nights of the year it seems all entrants decided that waiting for long dark and colder nights make more sense for ultra ultra lightweight camping.
Right. What a logical lot you are. Or does this blog attract would be masochists? LoL
And its interesting that the main contenders were all "newbies" to the outdoor blog scene. (What's up you oldies - all scaredy cats? Or been there done that already?)
Only one person managed to follow all the instructions to the letter. Well nearly. As the special e-mail hot line was only buzzing with activity when spammers spotted its existence (cheap viagra anyone - saves on tent poles apparently?)
But that aside - the spirit of the competition was observed to the full, and seems to have had its desired result in getting those involved to try something a little different on the outdoors theme. And have a bit of fun. Which was always the intention. And hopefully any discomfort that may have been experienced meant a few things were learnt for future occasions.
And so to the final results:
Mark over at lost-in-a-forest spent a relatively uneventful night at Cann Wood near Plymouth
A breakdown of his gear can be seen on his blog here; Mark's report on the outing can be found here and here. And this was the night's venue:
Total weight 1.454 kg (I just love that accuracy to 3 decimal places Mark!)
The jury particularly commended his creation of a new rucksack specifically for the challenge. And whilst applauding the innovative use of bin liners as waterproofs commented on the possibility of using them to double up as a groundsheet. And from the report provided he even managed most of a night's sleep.
And it was a night's sleep that seemed slightly more elusive for Gayle from M&G Go For A Walk dealing with the various wildlife to be found wandering past her night's pitch out on Cannock Chase.
A breakdown of Gayle's gear can be seen on here blog here and here with a report on the outing to be found here.
In this instance the jury commented on the tidiness of the gear on site, and the entrant's fortitude in sticking it out despite the rampant wildlife, and the tempting knowledge of a nice warm tent (and a nice warm partner?) in the vicinity.
Total weight 4.4 kg
There were other entries (well not a huge amount) but they were either abortive efforts or just a chance to give the bivvy approach a go without worrying about minimalist weight and a bit sneaky about the overnight accommodation
As to the general level of entry.
It was interesting that both the finalists were accompanied on their attempts by Podcast Bob's mp3 offerings. Highly suitable as he kindly provided the main prize a Nalgene Folding Canteen for this earlier in the year (and I happen to know he has the last few of these in stock - so grab them whilst they're still available)
And whilst the number of attempts reported to JH Towers was low (but highly select naturally) it was a noticeable increase on last year's entry (i.e. Nil) and has encouraged me to think about repeating this little game next year.
So any thoughts/feedback on how to improve it would be good. TGO challenge it will never be. But that's not the point here really. Is it now.
;-)
What's that? Who won? Oops nearly forgot. What a tease.
And the winner? Well you all were really. But in the end the Nalgene will be going to Mark, essentially for the lightest load.
But a special commendation prize will also be winging its way to Gayle - a copy of Ronald Turnbull's "The Book of The Bivvy"
Both prizes to be posted once this postal strike sorts itself out which will probably be after I return from next week's trip away in the wilds of Avon.
Bivvying? What in this weather? You must be kidding
;-)
Well done all - and thanks for your involvement in making this so much fun both for those involved, and those sat at home reading about it.
Nice one.
Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Site update
Labels now added to the lower right hand links list. Saves hunting for that all essential stuff. Maybe.
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Tuesday, October 2
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
As for the comp - I've a couple of free days now, so time to get it all settled. Gayle/Lost - could you e-mail me your contact details please
Labels: Miscellaneous
Hip-pack Competition - The Results
Well the jury has weighed the pros and cons; Assessed the reports and photographic evidence; Considered the excellent esprit of each entrant;
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Monday, October 1
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
And ........ finally arrived at a decision.
The winner is:
To be announced very shortly
(Well surely you didn't think I was going to live down my brief moment of glory after nearly ditching the darned thing last week!)
Labels: Hip-pack Competition
Keyword searches
Ok.
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
I can accept a visitor may have found their way onto my site by Googling "bog monsters" (time to change that profile pic?)
And even "untearable paper" has a somewhat tenuous link.
But "lone women walkers swcp" & "google my pay"?
Hmm.
Labels: Miscellaneous
New Outdoor websites, books and news
(This is going to be a bit of a catch-up post as I seem to have fallen behind with a recent rash of news and site visits)
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
One of our American colleagues - Daryl May - contacted me earlier in the year about his forthcoming LEJOG jaunt. Well the trip's now done and you can read the trip report and drool over the pictures here.
Meanwhile it looks like the SYHA is undergoing a hostel review at present, with an announcement here that 7 out of the network’s 53 hostels are to be sold. The organisation seems to be facing up to the same commercial pressures that its English counterpart has already undergone.
Paddy Dillon's name does seem to keep cropping up. And well it should with Paddy's excellent outdoor guides. Cicerone have a (new?) book "The National Trails" about to be published. Its not meant as an out-on-the walk guide, but more as a stay-at-home research. Whens the Psion version coming out Paddy? (and where's the reviewer copy hint hint)
;-)
Meanwhile there's a new outdoor blogger on the horizon - Gyrovagus "Peregrinations and ramblings about walking, books, music and other stuff" And before you ask (he says liberally quoting from G's site) "gyrovagus: from Late Latin gyro- circle + vagus wandering"
One to instantly add into your Favourites, coz you'll never be able to type it correctly each time I bet!
And finally - a free service from ninjaBlog Setup - "It’s our goal to provide professional WordPress blogs without you having to even think about all the technical details" No catch that I can find, except for the requirement to use hosting from one of their sponsor links. But a friendly and helpful assistance from what I've read so far.
Phew - think that's covered it for the present. Back to the HipPack judging!
Labels: blog media, books, Scotland, UK Outdoors Blogger, YHA
All site material © John Hee - ask before you snatch
